Sit in rooms of silence,
Screaming at the walls,
Lock tight the doors with violence,
They don't go up: too far to fall,
Their prison is their haven,
Safe from all there but themselves,
Those who shelter there are craven,
But walk the hardest path of all,
Seek symbiosis with their demons,
As they bite hard on their bit,
But prefer theirs to all others,
In a world they cannot fit,
The epitome of hopeless,
Stalwart fortresses of iron,
To hide from darkness light no candles,
As they softly tread the line.
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I certainly do like this.
I like it enough to be a fav.
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.ciao.
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☆Trust in Allah, but tie up your camel. ☆
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Tory
"Susan we need to discuss the matter
of ya takin' Nurse Henleighs socks
and hidin' them in the hall toilet."
^'Emerson', from the movie I wrote (White Walls, Crazy Halls)
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