| PoeticLee |
| here in my Tower it's dark and deep - like sleep pain cannot penetrate the world is locked out - feelings asleep. Fear mortars the painstaking cobbles and lonelinwss lives with me here my intimate friend Buried behind my eyes ad my veneer - who can see? who cares enough to storm the walls - quietly what hand, stone by silent stone will free me from my Tower?? I wait. I hope. |
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