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Absurd

A prisoner on death row, sighing contendedly.

No one was ever sure of his crimes,

but his sentence was clear from the start.

His cell was always absurd,

his life always a mystery.

 

But now he finds peace.

He has nothing except what he knows;

and what he knows is his end.

It isn't much,

yet it's more than anyone free

has ever had.

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Written by
zach-hanlon
Published
Mar 18, 2017
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