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The Cube
Stuck inside a puzzle,
a maze or some magicians game.
Steel domain.
This is the age of the cage,
with length and width and height the same.
Like Rubik,
you've gone cubic.
Doors upon the walls
and floors through which to go.
I'll trip, a trap, for you.
I know it sounds absurd,
a building crossed just like a word.
Two down?
No clue.
This place is like a deadly zoo.
One three fife.
Can you factor for your life?
Can you survife
a knife in the ground
that shoots up at the slightest sound?
That's right.
Creep about,
don't shout,
you might just find the out out.
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