Purple Clouds
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Latch

Latch

I cannot lift the latch to open this trapdoor. Truth remains hidden while I'm tied up in knots. Nooses are for those crushed by dissapointment, their view of life and humanity smashed. Another latch clicks, the rope becomes taught. I will choke.

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