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Jul 2016
The walls
The walls they close
Noise
Useless, chaotic, rhythms
Bodies
Everywhere
Closely packed
Roaming
Moving
Twisting
Noise
My heart
Faster and faster
Running and running
Cold and clammy
Wanting to run
To get out
Written by
Adelle Stone  F/United States
(F/United States)   
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