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The Walls That Speak
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this is a way to escape, i see, these all too human fears,
and that is the way you she our sorrow, with those immortal tears.
rushing down your face like gold, shallows in the sun,
pooling down your feet then up, back where they begun.
here are but are you there, or just inside my mind?
is this the you that i once lost and that the me you find?
the walls are taken over again, for all that cannot see,
that my life is live inside my mind inside of me.



