Wall
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I’ve lived here for far to long
The walls creep nearer and nearer
They are so nigh I feel as though I’m sinking into them
Slowly, surely, ‘til I’m sure I must now be a wall myself.
I separate myself, grappling painfully for each inch
The walls are strong, like quicksand
I breathe air, I heave air, trying to escape the prison
But it draws me back in, leaving scratches in the oak flooring
And no.... I'm not a drug addict.
2007-11-12
03:31:43
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