Sunday 9 August 2015

Hostile.

You can spent so much time away from people.
You can create your distances, you can build your walls.
But they come with hammers and break it down.
They come with fires burning red in their hearts and tear your little walls apart.
Not to talk. They never come to talk. They come-
To see what's left and what's been torn apart.

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