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Mar 2018
The ****** walls of the room,
Were the brightest of them all.

Breathe in and slowly out,
Were the whispers outside the walls.

Never eyes to eye with the devil,
Always glue them to the floor.

Do as you’re told,
Was the sweet simple rule.

No back talks or loose tounges,
He knew how to deal with them all.

Never eyes to eye with the devil,
Always glue them to the floor.

Sweet lullaby from the hall,
Was the only soothing sound through the walls.

Never speak nor move,
Oh dear, how simple were the rules.

The ****** walls of the room,
Were the brightest of them all.******
Words from the soul.
Written by
Samra  18/F/Sweden
(18/F/Sweden)   
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