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I sighed as my soul tried to
escape from the jail
it was forced to be in,
guilty at trial.

                                                             {it had no say}

The leaves fluttered
against the car's
windows, slapping
themselves against
the glass, hoping
maybe a shard will
cut them in half
so they will be
free of their miserable

                                                        {but it's not so easy}

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