while we used long fingernails to carve epitaphs into the floor you were scratching freedom from concrete living in a world of gamblers and murder victims I walk these corridors knowing of the net beneath Your defiance has become legend within these walls And we sit in our cells and hope You live enough life for the rest of us who did not make it out
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