Poetry
As I Walk Along The
Dark Hallway Of Cells
Lined Up In The Prison
The Bars Were Rusty
My Cell Had An Odour
That Could Wake A Dead Man
The Words On Walls
Were Written In Graffiti
It Says " You Were Jailed For Poetry "
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