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Calling All

when i arose
like a plot twist in prose
i found my head in a box
with jagged rocks and those
cuts ran like rivers.

yet i didn't care to find the key
i hadn't known if there was a key
to unlock the door at the end
of the hallway

and there was no way out.
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