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Feb 2011
Back against the wall
I thought I knew it all
Made too close a call
Now its my turn to fall
Down
To a place I need not mention
At a loss for words to define my own invention
I've built up my prison with my own hands
Now I watch it crumble
Turn to sand
As the pebbles erode into dust
My chains deteriorate
Turning to rust
Meka Boyle
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Meka Boyle
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   Lee and Blaise Tyler Beach
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