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Thirty Walls
It was the last she whispered
The bleeding ears of society
Thirty walls were climbed before salvation
One last step before the air cleared
And before she could think of where the light came from,
Her love was where everything started.
Blind, tactless and starving for impoverished rule.
This is where she belonged.
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a great write,reminds me or\f ireland in some way
ron parrish