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A Thousand Lines
I was given a thousand
lines to write
And then
a thousand more
And when 2000
didn’t seem enough,
They added on 3 more
5000 lines
5000 times
to program my submission
to write it down,
and write it down
until I felt contrition
I never did
complete the writing
Of line after line after line
I did not finish
whatever sentence
was the punishment for my crime
I’m still not sure
what I did wrong
to warrant that enscription
but to this day
those many lines
are part of my encryption
Things undone,
not yet completed,
have been my legacy
because the child inside
still waits and hides,
quite fearful of discovery
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