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and we became the stars
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hope deferred behind the bars of february
skin taut and spirit worn
my wit was lacking clarity
two thousand ten, my scorn
naught but a tissue covering
a blanket thin and torn
naught but a tired throat to sing
my fearful heart, forlorn
demons lurking every cell
anguish flooded the oar
water parched from every well
behind the iron door
a slab of steel for sleeping
no venturer would tour
the pit of inmates creeping
upon the concrete floor
my wearied hope found a dream
when feather beds and hearts
met between the silken seams
where grace and love imparts
i thought no more of nightmare
behind the welded bars
your heart alone was my care
and we became the stars
