Waiting and worrying
We prisons want to breathe
The wind, without a wing
The time is not approaching
It stays, playing game
By its hands, as a routine medical check
We have not yet been sentenced
We are broken into words
Incoherent and anxious
Wishing to be pieced together
By an omniscient author
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