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Oct 2012
He is having trouble
deciding
whether he shall tell or not
if it's supposed to be exciting
he really likes being boring
and twisted towers suddenly rise
he hopes that all of those will walk away
all of those all together
within a moment
he will be alone
and once again the walls are moving closer
like they did a thousand times before
he enjoy talking
to him self
because that's when someone finally listen
Louise
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Louise
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