I wrote the dry spell I built the fences I built the walls Chopped the wood and poured concrete I made the fortress around my hand With frozen ink that melts to rain
This rain, it waters the root of Thoughts and swells As vines of words begin to overtake my walls
My fence My fortress My hand And with my watered pen...
I wrote the dry spell I wrote the dry spell I wrote the dry spell
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