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By allagory
I've felt what a prisoner feels when he walks free the sun warming a face that's been cold for so long feeling a breeze as if He'd never felt it before Looking at grass thinking he's never seen green before never knowing walls come in several colors and the first woman in sight is the most beautiful he's ever seen this is how I've felt Written October 14th, 2001 © on Oct 13 2001 06:26 PM PST 0 • 10
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