wallsA Poem by delapruchna.so many walls built up around him/her, that s/he cannot see over the top any longer & the hurt on his/her side is growing & the walls so slick with grease are impossible to climb & the ground below begins to drop, so much so that a catch-22 arises where the legs begin to lose grip & the hands unable to keep grasp force the whole of him/her to lunge in a last desperate attempt to hold onto nothing, before falling into the deep deep abyss.
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Added on November 10, 2012 Last Updated on November 10, 2012 |

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