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A little worm, trapped in glass, a closed bottle where the hours pass. A sprinkle of sand, a drop of rain, poked holes in the lid to ease the pain. Blazing eyes stare, but nothing stirs, no breath of life, just empty murmurs. A quiet prison, a silent scream— this tiny world, a broken dream. More water, more sand, but still the same, a hollow existence, a nameless game. The worm writhes, while I remain, blazing eyes, no life, my life, in vain.
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