my hands
can speak
still
cut
off
my
tongue
can still
think
stop my breathing
and I
shall
no longer
have to dream
...
I have no way of escaping death's row
my longings
for outside
worlds
are
trapped
inside
my
head
which wieghs
a
TON
Saturday, November 18, 2006
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