People Crash.
Abruptly, inevitably, and it cause us to clash.
Our walls our built , but yet we think our hands are as smooth as silk.
People Crash.
Unnoticed connections made everyday because our cover predetermines our man made of clay.
People Crash.
We feel our hands and find rocks, so now we wonder what tools are needed to make the walls drop.
People Crash.
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