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Slice 314 of 365

Drivel today. Enjoy.

A prison of my choosing,
Drowning in the shallow end,
While sharks swim all around.

I could be out boozing,
Bitching to a friend,
Speaking, without a sound.

The party does not see,
Their eyes are blind,
They will never know.

To my eyes they look, “Who me?”,
They could not find,
That which doesn’t show.

Until tomorrow…