Solitude
He sits on a bench
Waiting to die
The death sentence has been given
No one knows how long
Breathe, breath, lungs full of air
In actuality, he had never really looked
Wasted time. Drugs, hallucinations
Crying. For what may well have been
Don’t look back. The present is all he has
Enjoy, despite the fact that he will be taken
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