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Mar 2018
Walls.
Someone or something hurts, and then walls.
Everywhere.
But
So towers tall the ground around you
When
You're at the bottom of a hole.
Heaving
Higher or digging depths, it's all the same.
Unless
You build beneath you.
Sour Patched Kid
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