Walls
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Complete Thu, Dec 1, 2016<5 mins
A short poem about some walls with metaphors.
How I got the idea:
I met this group of people and we started talking about crushes and love. This one specific person said something along the lines of "I don't do relationships. I'm stone inside." Which made me think and I got this amazing idea that lead to this shitty poem
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