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WALLS!
Closing in on my inner thoughts.
The pressure from this substance, has me solid as a rock.
Like a Turtle I peak my head out of my shell to assure
the rest of my body that it's ok.
Wrapped into walls of silk, time dancing on the flickers of
candle light. Blind folded by curiosity.
For now only these wall speak to me.
This narrow hallway squeaks.
My name echoing deep inside of it.
Calling me in deeper as I follow.
The hands of a stranger pulling me forward.
I am lost in these walls.
It's raining, I keep hitting my head on this leaky ceiling.
The pressure from this substance, has me solid as a rock.
Like a Turtle I peak my head out of my shell to assure
the rest of my body that it's ok.
Wrapped into walls of silk, time dancing on the flickers of
candle light. Blind folded by curiosity.
For now only these wall speak to me.
This narrow hallway squeaks.
My name echoing deep inside of it.
Calling me in deeper as I follow.
The hands of a stranger pulling me forward.
I am lost in these walls.
It's raining, I keep hitting my head on this leaky ceiling.
Published 6th Jun 2013
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