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walls

February 22, 2008

i yell and i shout
but nothing is coming out
talking to a stone wall
because that won't fall

you're as cold ice
and you won't melt into nice
soft stories were spoken
but the coldness hasn't broken

in this four walled place
there's no familiar face
luckely, a nightmare always has an end
and now would be the perfect moment

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