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• Artiste: Cataldo
• Titre: Prison Boxing
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A dispatch from the icy mist, two rosy cheeks that I once kissed. You'll see me go My head's already out the door, thinking a month out maybe more. and few would follow somewhere a violin bows and a rock a rolled Prison boxing got to me the toughest fights you rarely see beyond the bars and all the fists and gloves a cruising waits with eyes swelled shut and look at them no one wins till my friends say "how are you? It's been too many years." And I say, with purity and candor, "I've missed you." So bring your poppies home to us forget the roses, buttercup. There'll be no need. We'll plant on robot row and promise in the ground below, That there will be more. So swing wide the doors and not yet bury that I'm ready for. I won't press you in a book, a flat brown shell of what you were. I'll never need another look. Cause I'm not proud, I'm not ashamed, I'm not at risk of forgetting your name. You are unending. I found some peace in and when my friends say "how are you? It's been too many years." And I say, with purity and candor, "I've missed you."