2-Tranquil

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The bars were firm,
unfaltering against her desperate struggle,
she screamed her agony, cried her rage,
but it had always been a losing battle!
A fallen angel with clipped wings,
her perdition was a forced tranquil,
for they broke her soul and snatched her words
till all she was left with was aeonian silence!

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