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Jan 2013
Brick by brick I built walls in front of my face
Hiding the expanse of the landscape
A taunting haunt when there's boundaries I cannot break
Oh life was laid out
A railroad of systematic plans
And I'd still be looking back the day I ran off that cliff
So I dug deep to find some element of surprise
I found gold I found silver
And gemstones one of a kind
But none of that matched what I needed in my eyes
After a while I'd peer through broken mortar
Conspire harsh realities beyond my border
Uncovered from the shadow I built for my better
Oh I'd suffer as long as I could run
My back to the wall
My eyes to the Sun
I'll be sore for serendipity
If it means I am freed from the nefarious fate of society
Follow me and we'll live as aboriginees
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   Sean Winslow and Autumn
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