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short timer leaning right shoulder pressed gently against drab concrete walls old mustard yellow brink red tile underfoot and 15 years lost 20 days and a wake up Rip Van Winkle moment I can never understand— smiling up at me expressing thankfulness for incarceration stating plainly it was the only thing that could have saved his life and now, life begins again fresh start, with baggage that I could never carry— isolated from peer groups forced to stay in hell a quiet calm fills soft blue eyes knowingly, he retreats to lonely meals and the occasional press against his ethical stand as those left behind despise those on the edge of freedom freedom with conditional and mandatory reporting – 15 years boiled down to 19 days excitement and wonder like a child during holiday celebrations there is no way to express the technology that will seem confrontational no way to warn madness in the streets and no lighthouses on the beaches scared and alone, one step then another there is really no mystery why these folks find themselves back at the only home they ever really know or knew –
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
short timer
short timer leaning right shoulder pressed gently against drab concrete walls old mustard yellow brink red tile underfoot and 15 years lost 20 days and a wake up Rip Van Winkle moment I can never understand— smiling up at me expressing thankfulness for incarceration stating plainly it was the only thing that could have saved his life and now, life begins again fresh start, with baggage that I could never carry— isolated from peer groups forced to stay in hell a quiet calm fills soft blue eyes knowingly, he retreats to lonely meals and the occasional press against his ethical stand as those left behind despise those on the edge of freedom freedom with conditional and mandatory reporting – 15 years boiled down to 19 days excitement and wonder like a child during holiday celebrations there is no way to express the technology that will seem confrontational no way to warn madness in the streets and no lighthouses on the beaches scared and alone, one step then another there is really no mystery why these folks find themselves back at the only home they ever really know or knew –
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
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