I speak these words.
I know my heart.
He takes these words,
He shapes them into something new.
He lays them
One by one
Bound together with
Fear for cement.
He builds a wall,
Higher and
Higher and
Higher
Leaving only a space
So he can peer out,
Keeping watch.
He glares at me and says,
Look what you have built.
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