I am part of the gate.
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cold hard rusted keeping the prisoner inside.
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I am just an outline...
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disease starting down so deep
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eating its way out.
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this is where it begins (secret captive sin)
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in a single rod of the iron gate
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rusted and no longer serving its purpose
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I curve my posture, veil the reflections of comprehension in eyes and breathe...
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and watch them participate in the movement of the play
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while I am welded into the gate to watch them marching onward...
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I am just an outline...
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travel onward through crevice of shallow space catch a breath crawl onward
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travel onward through crevice of shallow space catch a breath crawl onward
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searing in this I die, in the openness of wound...
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I am part of the gate. I am cold, I am rusted.
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I am the prisoner inside.
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The Watcher
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