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Concrete Beds

These concrete beds bars at the window no light, Sleep now the night fell to weeks, self-torture. Wires attached these patterns in blindness.

Empty body where is the thoughts of freedom, Care upon the search back to reality clean. Throwing lucky pennies on the roads to nowhere.

Is that sunlight doors open can we breathe again, Open your heart to save our spirit in the rain. To thoughts expectations of the self-reset.

 

© Nicholas Leslie MMXX MakersPlace ArtWork

 

 

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