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Creaking chains dangle from above
Rhythmic squeals in tune to a silent drummer Drops of salty dew glisten on clenched palms Grasping at butterflies alight from deep within Whispers feverishly passed from mouth to heart Demons soothed, fed and kept warm, out of harms way Shackled with creaking chains and bond by silk tendrils Tied tightly, neatly with twine, boxed away Each in a brillantly colored drawer
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