Mystic Blocks rise higher,
Rising as those around me add their stories to my wall,
Do I need to talk?
Are my blocks making your wall strong?
Or do they weigh heavy on your mind?
Are the blocks I give you sturdy?
Why do you talk?
Do I need to listen?
Do you attempt to make my wall strong?
Or do you weaken my wall,
With malice intent?
Are your intentions good or bad?
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Author:
E Naughton (Pseudonym) (
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