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Nov 6
I watch the rust gather.
And etch time into a stone.
Marking these moments until the bars erode.
I’ll bleed on my knees until my prayers are heard.

Incarcerate my flesh and bone,
Yet my mind is free to roam.
MisfitOfSociety
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MisfitOfSociety  24/M/South Africa
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