He held my throat,
Allowing my breath to float:
Awaiting bird, behind the coat.
I swam my throat in oceans,
Strived to break the enclosure:
Yet, held still was it without solution.
Then came sleep and defeated me,
Made me pay the pending bill:
'Was avoiding to unstrap the seal.
When i arrived from the throne:
He'd his imbalance like the edge of cone:
That's how i was free from the bone.
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