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Dear Brick Wall,

Dear
	Brick wall,

My only friend right now.
	
And it hurts.

To wipe my tears on the cement
And I scratch
My skin against the stone
		Till it bleeds

And the blood makes me happy
And the blood gives me joy

It brings me closer to the goal
		Step up to the endplate
	homerun, 

I could cry to you but I’ll shut up
Lock myself up one day
To block out all you might say

		I love you brick wall
	Against your sandpaper skin I lean

You’re harder and tougher and mean.  
	It’s what I need.

You don’t talk. I don’t listen.

Forget you!  You Bastard.  Brick wall. Perfect

Delerium.

Apple trees were all I see
When the “people” past
Unseen to sanity.

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