Juvie Jazz

March 20, 2008
By Sarah Browne, San Diego, CA

Breaking bars from the window panes
oh dear god, it's gonna rain
and all the little miles that stand between
are flying, flying away from me.

don't let them out
this ain't no pillow fight
we all got to go to sleep tonight

and I said oh!
let me go
let me gooo....


there's a window with no space between
the bars are open but I cannot breathe..
we let the light out just to shine too deep in our
desperate eyes

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