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in the penitentiary i freed my mind with the time to think without the body bowing down to slaves of schedule and the whip of a blanket at night that offers rest from the mined mind racing doing horrible things to horrible people horribly all to sleep in peace and do it all again in … Continue reading
on ward going no where with the bars singing like tuning forks though i am not hungry and tone deaf listening to the steady step of feet outside always outside even in these walls there is an outside where we need not sling sunshine and good nights but can sit for days unmoving out of … Continue reading
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