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Poetry
I dream, and think, and feel from the opposite side of the city,
In a cell of grey and steel, about our home – peaceful and pretty.
Concrete and metal, alarms and locks, an empty queen-sized bed: me in a cramped and lonely box,
and you on the couch instead.
I miss you, and us dancing. I miss the night we met.
But from our different windows, we can see the same sunset.
I dream, and think, and feel from the opposite side of the city,
In a cell of grey and steel, about our home – peaceful and pretty.
Concrete and metal, alarms and locks, an empty queen-sized bed: me in a cramped and lonely box,
and you on the couch instead.
I miss you, and us dancing. I miss the night we met.
But from our different windows, we can see the same sunset.
Falling Like Angels
By Daniel
The pain that I feel, this place that I’m in, these four walls closing in…
Creative
ISSUE NO. 23
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2 MIN READ
As This Time Comes to an End
By Punkin
As this time comes to an end, I wonder which way the next will bend. The earth and moon will do their thing, I’ll embrace everything.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 23
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2 MIN READ
‘God, I Am Deeply Sorry’: A Poem for the Prisoners We’ve Lost
By Triste
To all the prisoners who have ever spent time away from the ones they love.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 23
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1 MIN READ
‘Tingers’ and the Squirrel Box
By Sara
In Creative Learning we get to see some amazing stuff made by talented people. The best part is hearing the stories behind how creative projects have come to life.
Creative