Sojourn
Twenty years later
the man walks free
the prison collapses behind him
he doesnβt stop to stare or care
the world is different now
itβs a coiled adder
a constricting serpent
suffocating the prey
itβs a graveyard full of mirth
a casket of laughter
sidesplitting red roses
a place now so foreign
the man sojourns
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