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Nov 2015
Cold concrete, isolation, barbed wire and stories of crime echo among these walls.
Trust not the cellmate, do your time, lonliness is in these halls.
A good soul waits, degrades, rejects the best of days that are offered in this place.
Dream of days outside, amidst the real world,  if only I can finish this race.
Michael Loggins
Written by
Michael Loggins  New York City, USA
(New York City, USA)   
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