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I dream, and think, and feel from the opposite side of the city,
In a cell of grey and steel, about our home – peaceful and pretty.
Concrete and metal, alarms and locks, an empty queen-sized bed: me in a cramped and lonely box,
and you on the couch instead.
I miss you, and us dancing. I miss the night we met.
But from our different windows, we can see the same sunset.
I dream, and think, and feel from the opposite side of the city,
In a cell of grey and steel, about our home – peaceful and pretty.
Concrete and metal, alarms and locks, an empty queen-sized bed: me in a cramped and lonely box,
and you on the couch instead.
I miss you, and us dancing. I miss the night we met.
But from our different windows, we can see the same sunset.
Date Published
February 11, 2026
By Daniel
I wrote this song when I started my sentence in June 2026.
ISSUE NO. 26
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By Leonor
Somebody’s Daughter Theatre offers women within the prison system in Victoria, the opportunity to participate in weekly art workshops.
ISSUE NO. 26
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By Martin
I’m a rapper and I thought I’d share one of the songs I’ve written.
ISSUE NO. 26
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3 MIN READ
By Martin
I felt compelled to contribute so here follows a few submissions for your consideration.
ISSUE NO. 26
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