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Apr 2017
Walls tumbling as I tunneled
inch by gruelling inch
drinking dust.

Walls tumbling as I tunneled
day after day
eating dust.

Walls tumbling as I tunneled
month by month
wearing garments of dust.

Walls tumbling as I tunneled
year by year,
no love.

Now,

finally out
and this grey black dust
taken off by sweet silver God rain.
Styles 12
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