A Prisoner, I
Self-imposed, quite happily
Ever so content
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This white, gauzy space
These creatures roaming freely
Airiness abounds
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Singing hardwood floors
Turn-of-the-Century cell
A Caretaker, I
A duet I attempted
Unaccompanied, unbeknownst
Stalled, partway through
For, I looked around to see
At last, see
You
Eyes askew
Singing some other song
Or, perhaps no song at all
A duet I attempted
I still hear, distantly
Voices of us
Together at the keyboard
Fallen on deaf ears, eternally
You
Struck a chord with me
Yet, I admit, it may be
An ensemble I forced, forgive me
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