NEWS FROM THE WHITE ROOM
5.02.2004
 

-149




Like a prisoner
Whose only freedom is the sky through the bars
Like a captive
Who sings himself to sleep
Like a slave
Who claps for joy when it rains

i may not be free from the things that i hate,
But i will love you all the more.


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