And the wall of central prison might never know the extent of agony it holds captivated...
Or at which side of it's cemented body?
Which side is the actual prison?
Behind it or beyond?
Inside into the cells or outside out there into the crowded polluted traffick jam of the city?
By golnarmoini
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Author:
Golnarmn (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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Understood completely. Lives curtailed in so many ways even outside prison walls - in every country to varying degrees.
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Very well crafted and makes your reader take notice, very powerful title moreover so very true. A very warm welcome to MPS from me. 🌹
Thanks a lot
the juxtaposition between being stuck, trapped or held against one's will here, is startling .. bravo .. Neville
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