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I committed crime, why
just to kill some time
time that was only wasted
behind peeled, steel gray doors
and whitewashed brick walls
tea parties with baby dolls
no heads, missing legs, broken bodies
talking bout, "when I get out"
"when I get out"
I'm gonna eat this, eat that
"when I get out"
I'm going to do this, do that
part over here
party over there
party all the time
see, the world wasn't a good place
when we left it
if it was, we would have kept it

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Different that's what I like about it this poem it draws you in. Great job!
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