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Now and Then
‘This clumsy creature conceals,
traduces the true me’
That’s what you feel
often. Sometimes though
don’t you clearly see
this lump the faithful image of your soul?
Is it a prison?
Remember then, you
aren’t only prisoner
—warder, Governor too,
responsible for what
conditions prevail there.