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The Prize
Hammer, to be given, will you remove the nails -
The ones extending passed my past -
Straight through my grave -
Straight through my coffin -
The gale which blows, the wind to freedom -
The breeze will be a treasure -
My breath a breathe of pleasure -
The look across the set of bars,
Locked into the windows to your mind -
The vehicle of guilt is the lesson, very hard to pay -
Craving what you like, the goal at the end -
To be free inside you prison -
Will you have the will, shall i to the will of shall -
Be the one, to win what was never won -
Lost to yourself without a prize -
The sign seized -
That is the price
poem
by
Unic Cjonr
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