P53 - Sentenced V, The RoomBound by chainsand whispers of death.Slowly they fell,there would be none left;he had stood very still,and moved not a limb,as their lives they did lose,the future they left him.'Guilt', said the voice,and asked him his name,they asked him his past;they were playing a game.But the game he would win,the reason quite quaint;he knew nothing much,and would never again.'I wonder if I will ever remember you.'
P52 - Sentenced IV, The WakeDawn brokethe world around;thunderingas the door fell down.Forced to his feetand told to stand straight;taken away;they daren't be late.What colour are the leaves now?
P51 - Sentenced III, The OceanA brittle soup,cool, foul;stinging, slithering.Coughing, retching,swallowing more;necessarily.The sun rose over a distant ocean.
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