A jail cell is a very cold, dark place
walking down the corridor, the cold concrete
voices very plentiful, in a place of pain and anguish
laughter and pain nervously holding hands
because in here, all you have is time....
vacant....distant...time
in a place of pain and anguish all you hve is time, distant time. nice expressions of pain and loneliness and sufferings in a jail. thank you. tony
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laughter and pain nervously holding hands this is my favourite line.