Chains
They kiss the wall.
Wound around ankles.
Ate into wrist after wrist.
Punctured any fall.
Cut still rankles.
Names pulled from a list.
Survive, one or all.
Metal snakes tangles.
Silver finds itself in a twist.
Sound a familiar call.
Forever adjusting angles.
They must coexist.
Hung by the chains.
Covered in blood.
Permanent stains.
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