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A Lonely Axolotl

The water-twister’s skin,
flamingo pink it is,
surrounds a blank full-stop.
The eye of a great listener.
All these features were gifted to him outside
his prison pane of glass…

Sharp as heaven’s spears,
coral whiskers bristling.
Amphibian tail twirling,
as it dances through
the searing sea.
But it’s all outside
his prison pane of glass…

Onyx as its perch,
it sits there pondering,
what life is like outside
his prison pane of glass…

Before the bars, it was so fun,
the memories bursting back.
But it was all outside
his prison pane of glass…

Stones slumbering on the seabed…
His siblings swimming side-by-side…
Happiness, joy, freedom…
It’s all outside
his prison pane of glass…

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