And those times, I have to lie in the bed that I've made and wait for my wall to
build
build
build
back up. My workers will fix it, but those naughty nymphs? And those cheeky cherubs? Yup, they'll be back tomorrow. Armed with your words, our moments, and lighting their blow torches with our sparks, ready to
break
break
break
down my walls again. And I'll be left - Defenseless and only with the echoes those tools left behind.
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