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A posting on the bus, translated, by me!!!
Walls Too, Have Memories as Well
No Matter if You’d, Engraved onto it or Not
Everything that’s Happened, the Dates, the Events
It’s All, Etched, in that Hidden Place
Here
like that, NOT my photograph…
So, there’s NO bad deeds that will, go unnoticed, no crimes, that won’t be, punished, and, the wall here, is a metaphor, for that conscience of man, and everybody starts out, on a blank slate (the tabula rasa, remember???), and as we gained our separate experiences in our separate lives, things started, getting, painted on it, with permanent paint!
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