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May 2021
Surrounded by four by four walls
The Cell bars thick and tall
I have a small window to peek out and see Day and Night
When darkness comes, it becomes my personal night plight
Lights turn to out
My thoughts only settle in the present
The Jail Cell is whom I represent
No Family, Friends nor phones
I am totally alone
I pray to keep my mind sane
I try not to complain
This is my current prison time that will remain
In but with no out
My parole is being worked about
Tomorrow unknown
My Lawyer will let the facts be shown
But to society at present, I am not known
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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