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Brick Walls


Surrounded Shut Structure me in architectural Slates of red’s browns Slicing through me no more Because I am hard Solid Stammer Stutter Same shit yet different Week, month, year And on repeat Repeat Sleep… I’ll corrode Crack From my nostrils And stress From immunization Nauseating disgust Smash me against bones From beaten bodies Blaming-ly tossed In rivers of the Ohio For unknown Purposes Brick walls That’s what we are Hard headed Spinal beaded Brain deaded Brain dead Cracked leaded… Into governmental Societal disease Distrust
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