My wall

A fucking brick wall protects the heart from sorrow.
No one will come inside and nothing will come out.
The wall is solid and will never come down.

A fucking brick wall protects the heart from heartaick.
The heart will never feel the pain.
It will never see the error the head have made.

The fucking brick wall has crumbel.
Someone has come inside,
but still nothing will come out.

The fucking brick wall is trying to rebuild it self.
But raging twice as fast.
The wall should stay down so the fellings
can go either way.


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