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Prison Breakup-Short


Ascension sunday became blood shot monday and in his arms I lie no more.
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jsh2908
<p>about more people than i would care to admit, but that is how poetry goes,</p><p>changes and morphs with the times and the perspective of the reader. So I</p><p>am alright with sharing but for now, never again without anomnimity. I</p><p>DDeserve my life to be my own until people come asking with questions. And</p><p>Then the fight starts. To my face or not at all. My sacred space.</p>

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