My callous neighbour feeds
I crawl to the foreground
To protect my interests in fear
Inside me creeps disaster
Deafening cries of panic are heard
Many times the size of quakes
Like a body of deep distress
I see cluttered sounds and sights
Over the fence
On the other side
Internal worries are fought
May descriptive words tell of us
Fighting and crafting the words
Full of love and hate love and hate
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