The walls
I built them
still standing tall and mighty
it used to be only music that could penetrate the walls
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I see a great future For you as a poet. You're really talented, . Continue
please come to tear down my walls, good write, go on writing. thanks. I inviteyou to read my poems and comment.
dank is almost the same as wet. but ok. lay a finger down and scratch these walls....your meaning is unclear to me. whose finger? yours or the other person's? there seems to be some (intended) indecision in this person's mind. interesting. and so human. i score it a good; maybe it's better. thanks for sharing. :) good luck with the walls.