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October 25, 2016


Walled In


what I say doesnt matter

nor how often that I say it

nothing gets past the walls

and those eternal crickets

hear not the vaguest echo

what incentive is there that

I should speak more loudly

or maybe speak more often

if all my words will ever see

are cold and careless stone


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