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Run

Rat-like in the sterile space,
you want to run, to go under,
through, away,

claws skittering on spotless,
slippery floors, 
scent of hospital on your fur, 
disinfectant and despair.

You will escape this maze
they trapped you in,
despite locked doors,
windows that barely open — 

you'll chew and chew, finally slip through
to return somewhere dark and earthy,
full of warmth and life,
animal and free. 

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