The first time humans discovered that clay could be formed and in the sun to produce building materials.

Poetry.

A poem about the walls we build and the one that won’t ever let them stand in the way of love.

One man’s wall built to protect his heart.

I am with you it says…

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This is a culmination of many feelings, after a lot of emotional turmoil.

I wrote this when I had a lot of trouble sleeping after I was betrayed and going through a lot of crap.

A story with a moral.

All problems are not external but may be caused by an internal source.

From time to time we can all be mistaken.