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Bricks

Liza

You can't see it,
you feel it,
the blind say.
The wall is so high,

the flowers can't reach in.
Sun rays are blocked by bricks so big,
you can't go in, unless you dig.
Dig until you find the place,

where all the things you see,
the things you see across the eyelashes,
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