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Genie in a Bottle

A swirl of blurred blue glass,
Bubbles distorting the light.
Swirling in a kaleidoscope of confusion,
Using the dancing light and shadows
To create tormented illusions.
Here I circle the edges,
Faster and faster I race
Round and round inside my confined space,
In a never-ending race.
Yet I feel a near end,
It is either me or my glass prison;
One of us must break.
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