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Feb 2022
Incriminating of oneself to criminal prosecution,
Into a place where its dark and cold as highways of California
Hands on my back bound to bottom in chains,
With no where to hide

A long walk to freedom,
As I drag my feet to the right,
And look up in the sky with my eyes closed
Finally, I could see a tiny cloud to liberation of Sunday morning blues.
#Grieve #FindingHealing
Written by
HOPE  29/F/South Africa
(29/F/South Africa)   
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