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walls
all my life, ive never found someone like this wife.
all she wants is someone strong, but she is not weak.
she's scared, but she bares.
fangs of women who never ever cares.
i call her phone, but no awnser found
except a rounding little machine.
ansers lost with paper on wall,
made with blood from the women who drool.
stuck inside there own heads.
women raped in there dreams for fear they do not shead.
but insignia or dementia will never work.
for the things they've seen are far too beserk.
men crushed under the weight of madness.
breaking to hard they call it badness.
but never wondering why, they learn to fly.
from the life they've left behind all strayed from the hall
stuck between these....moldy.....walls
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Walls
