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Admission: Room 36

First I'm dismantled
danger boxed away:
razors, mouthwash
dental floss —
they can't fix you
if you keep trying to break.
 
Gates shut the world out
and me in, guarded
from myself — 
I may earn a key
when they trust me
not to run.
 
This room was built
to keep life alive
(if not exactly living)
nothing here
will bear my weight
but nor can I —
nor can I.

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