CONCRETE and IRON
Cold concrete floors
and a hard metal bunk
a cell-mate moans
another sighs
the sounds of despair
slowly
silence stills the nite
treasured images of times-past
play on my mind
but I slam shut and bolt that door
a prison wirthin a prison
concrete-bound
none escape...
none live--
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