there is something about walls and man's inborn need to be surrounded by them It's those who grew up not surrounded by them that know best Last night was for him the first night spent alone between four walls in a long, long time and it wasn't even a jail cell It was a rented room in the basement of a building Small, narrow, yet big with emptiness Just a bed, a wardrobe, a desk and a chair and nothing else was needed to feel fulfilled and to dream of something so warm and wholesome as a woman sitting on a pillow on the floor, holding a cotton swab in one hand and inviting with the other, pointing to her lap Heaven Four walls, man.
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