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You have a key? Does fit the lock? Or are you just here to mock. Your glare, Your smile, Are not vile. All that rage... Is it aimed at my cage? Or at me. I want to be free, I want to flee. Don't you see? I want to be free. My name you took. My heart you broke. My cage you lock.
Jane Doe
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