Unreachable Special Place

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Life doesn’t have any special meaning;

life just happens, like when you spill milk.

Riverbank by the main prison building

belongs to the ducks, you like to think

 

Life happens in busy waiting rooms:

You wait for love, for better luck, for better sleep...

Riverbank by the main prison building

belongs to the ducks, but you are black sheep        

                                                                                          

In your cell, you walk to the window;

the metal bars slice through the outdoor space.                                   

Riverbank by the main prison building

has become your unreachable special place               

 

 

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