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I feel as though I've lost a limb because I cannot walk I'll swim |
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cut this knot beneath my throat |
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bequeathed a plastic gem of hope which only melted in the sun |
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leave me to rock upon the waves of this chlorine water maze, having none |
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dark as the ocean deep in the ghostland |
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keys were stolen from the guards broke our fingers in the bars |
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broken on the wheel |
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caught with an extra crust of bread, golden teeth from off the dead |
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just a trespass from the tents on the wrong side of the fence |
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digging trenches with a spade badly shined the captain's boot |
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a simple enough deception from which there's scarce protection |
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if we'd been manufactured could we tell? |
