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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Other >> ID #1220770  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
2007
sick to death of walls, whenever I'm bored or feel cornered
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Trapped within these four walls I seem destined to be
there is no one who cares to release me but me
and if I do care only for my own mind
why should I leave these four walls behind?

As I would an enemy
study them now, forget they're depriving me
of all the free land that is not hindered at all
by the paint, or the brick, or the coldness of wall.
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