What are thoughts of freedom from the inside of a jail window? When it's too high to see out, the sky's out-of-reach out. Only tell the time from when they tell you it's time to eat, sleep, maybe die discreetly.
Land mines in a field of dreams, systemic or epidemic. Hard to make means out of sciences, syringes filled. Made miracle meals on evil appliances, what adds up to freedom measured by lives, mine for instance.
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