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Everything is quiet here,
but nothing is silent.
The lights buzz at me from above
and cars taunt me with their freedom
as they woosh down the street.
My thumping footsteps echo off the walls,
as trapped as I am.
Water rushes through the hidden pipes,
making me think of
the chimney I fantasize of climbing up.
Every sound I hear is a suggestion of escape:
shutting doors that I will unlock,
my growling stomach that will be satiated,
the mice squeaking through walls as if
alerting me to a potential path.
But I could stay here forever
and give up my dreams of outside
if only I could hear the sound I miss:
another voice.
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