87. Empty Thoughts

Empty thoughts fill an empty mind,

Traversing through the night blind.

Life behind.

Every thought has been thought before,

There ain’t room for anymore.

Lost hencefor’.

Never will a prisoner find a cell,

Which like a mind works so well.

A lifes’ hell!

K. Aldaya, 10/24/04

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