You’re cold
You’re wet
Your chains a misery
Where the sun went is no mystery.
You’re damp
You’re moist
With a slime -green -voice.
Your muddy clogged
With the voice of-
What?
Speckled-dirt-dots.
Hide your shame
In a place ,of pure rain.
It only speaks,
to hide your name.
Hugged by dangled leaves,
drinking in rain.
To grow and strangle
Your binding chain.
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