My bleary eyes delicately opened to the view
Of the cold, hard, unapologetic grey wall.
I’m in jail? Now the meet and greet.
“Hey, is anyone else here a paedophile screwball?”
My black eyes opened to view the white, concrete walls,
Still cold, still hostile with no care.
Still in jail? Maybe a new cell.
“So, who else is an...
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