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A Prisoner of my own Mind

Hello There! How do you do?
I'm sure you're well
I'm fine here
And hope you're well too.

Isn't the water too cold?
I swear its true.
Nay, it feels fine against my skin.
I'm made of a tougher mold.

Should I regale you with a tale of mine?
Of a day at work.
Or of my reminisces
I promise to be worth your time.

The talks start thus, and time starts to flow.
I loose myself in the conversation.
The company of my friend
Makes my mood suddenly glow.

But all good things must come to a close
And I turn off the tap
And as the water ceases to flow
I turn my back to the mirror
And slowly close the door. 

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