Within this radius
Of my confindes
I find their usual barbed wire fence end
To realise my demise
Judged, instilled in my mind, I comprehend
It's warden's devised security
Faced to understand,
From within locked bars, till when it will end
To one metal bed, sink, stool, painted stall
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