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my walls they tumble down at my feet.
congrats.
you've done it, you broke my barriers.
as the small pieces of these walls turned everyone apart,
my heart stays still waiting for a sound.
a sound that will show that you didn't walk away.
that you stayed.
but I didn't hear a thing.
and all those seasons i waited.
waited for everything.
for something.
for anything.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝she's finding herself through unintentional and nonsensical inscriptions of so-called poetry.❞ {copyright: dana r.} ©