You could destroy my inner walls
I’d been building for many years.
It was bright and noisy fall
And both of us were on a tear.
Destroyed walls and I am free.
But I am sitting amid the stones.
My fear’s rising at a high degree
It’s coming closer till the bones.
I am alone amid these pieces,
I start to touch these old rocks
That’s the moment you’re missing
The old stones become new blocks...
Inner walls
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