Our words are bricks in a wall we never meant;
Could not foresee its height, could not foresee how thick
And durable, such a wall would be-
As it rose, between you and me.
Our words are bricks we have built with time,
The minutes and seconds in a smelters mine,
Forging weapons from sturdy letters
That later on, we will wear as fetters.
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