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Poetry
What keeps me going
What is it
It’s seeing my Mob
On a one hour visit
Givin’ my mum a hug
Even for just a second
That’s worth a lot
Worth the world I reckon
Seeing their face
When they see mine
Like being in the Matrix
Or slo-mo time
I’ve taken their love
And life for granted
I bottled up a lot
The bottles decanted
These words were formed
From pen to paper
It’s almost a year
But I’ll see you later
What keeps me going
What is it
It’s seeing my Mob
On a one hour visit
Givin’ my mum a hug
Even for just a second
That’s worth a lot
Worth the world I reckon
Seeing their face
When they see mine
Like being in the Matrix
Or slo-mo time
I’ve taken their love
And life for granted
I bottled up a lot
The bottles decanted
These words were formed
From pen to paper
It’s almost a year
But I’ll see you later
Falling Like Angels
By Daniel
The pain that I feel, this place that I’m in, these four walls closing in…
Creative
ISSUE NO. 23
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2 MIN READ
As This Time Comes to an End
By Punkin
As this time comes to an end, I wonder which way the next will bend. The earth and moon will do their thing, I’ll embrace everything.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 23
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2 MIN READ
‘God, I Am Deeply Sorry’: A Poem for the Prisoners We’ve Lost
By Triste
To all the prisoners who have ever spent time away from the ones they love.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 23
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1 MIN READ
‘Tingers’ and the Squirrel Box
By Sara
In Creative Learning we get to see some amazing stuff made by talented people. The best part is hearing the stories behind how creative projects have come to life.
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