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Every Little Thing

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DreamAmongStars

Published: Jan 18, 2012

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_{I remember when I built the wall
around my heart.
Solid brick – several feet thick –
I thought nothing could get through.

Oh, but how wrong I was.

While the big things will simply bang against my fort
in attempts to knock it down,
the little things will find the holes – few as there may be –
and crawl their way inside…

Shutting me down.}

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