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runnin from enemies,
brick by brick...
the walls they will protect me.
(they always have)
down in the foxholes
deep in my mind
the deeper i get
the more solace i find.
in the emptiness of archways
in the coolness of the stones
created by the sadness
of a satisfied mind
mind.
mind.
thebricksthebricksthebricks
(with thousandsa pounds)
they're not coming down.
(not even with the pressure of a thousandsa pounds.)
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