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Sep 2014
My skin has become a prison
My tounge a gate for the words
I must confess
My ribs have transformed into a
cage for my chest

Under this prison
These bones quake
Found something to live for
Something to love,they wake
Brandon Reid Swaim
Written by
Brandon Reid Swaim  Kernersville, NC
(Kernersville, NC)   
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