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Wards of the State

In the wards of the state Custody is gruesome We breathe and speak our constraints Looming from hallway rumors I am the hawk in the clock Shaking hands with fate Existing in between discretion Charged with numbers Time is the shock of stillness We foam with desire And wrench our poison pens They train us like fire dogs A hazard to be expunged

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 5/13/2016 9:45:00 PM
Justin, I stay away from what keeps me down. Good writing... LINDA
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