Inprisonment

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Prisons are like coffins 
He came today- for the girl; on the 6th floor. She went with him,  peacefully- or so they thought, evidence of him was there there on her arm, was written G/O/O/D/B/Y/E
His existence was unintended, Brought to be by raging hormones and rotten nuptials, And that is the life he lived.
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