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I was not made to bend and break
To crumble to acts of rudeness
To crinkle in the eyes of safety
Not for a face of sad threats

I can push aside the cage door
The fence made to slow me
That lock meant to hold me back
Our perspective of closed reality

No one would miss me jingle,
But they would look out for the jumps
And if I didn`t ring and ding,
I likely fell off a broken chain

Tumblers take note; Twist me, rattle the door
Make these stiff bars surrounding me untapped
Pray and pry for a prize, let me reach out
Let me swing and scream to be seen

I am not a wall, I am not foot steps
My arches and frames are not plywood
But I can choose to see you inside,
I can choose to keep you locked out
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[b]Keyring Turning[/b]
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