a seven-hour Alcatraz,
lock my soul in a silent
cell.
The doorThey coax knowledge
CLANGS
shut.
in between the bars. Still,
the stagnant air cries:
a
session
of no
CLASS.
this is me, beautifully vulnerable and happily human.
The doorThey coax knowledge
CLANGS
shut.
a
session
of no
CLASS.
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