Others are the prisoners
of our ample mistakes,
we just of our consciences
which build feeble cells, with bars
crumbling at touch, and doors
left unlocked. We can
just exit, but the prisons
we built are unbreakable,
hewn from tragedies.
02.-21.05.2021
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