The following is a stream of consciousness exercise by Jonathan Hand and Tabish Ashfaq.
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I am searching for something,
Grasping in the dark at fallen, decayed fruits,
Blinded by billowing winds of sorrow and salt,
Deceived by ditches in the dark, dull despair of dread
Until, amongst my anxiety,
Led by licentiousness,
I fall upon you,
Beautiful one.
The haunting cackle of bells
Tease and torment the innocent.
Fidgeters and hiders are scattered
Surrounding the entrapping well below.
Sly snakes connive together,
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People have a strong misconception about prison. They go on what they see in those Hollywood movies: they think being sentenced for life causes this spiral into a restoration of morality. But not for me.
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Water stealing the air,
Like a precious jewel thief.
Empty and bereft,
I hear its mocking laugh.
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I can almost taste your lips when I think of you, the feel of your skin pulsating against mine.
The book in my hand paints landscapes of your face such that I cannot read the real words written.
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