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September - December 1976
the day has died on me
its remains wrapped in a grey shroud
loneliness colder than the grave
makes my cell a frost-bound place
and only a soul beyond grace
could find enjoyment in confinement
pleasuring himself in his pain
as his senses wither away
i feel like reaching to the sky
and wrap that shroud around me
Author: James Matthews
