By Damien Knight
I can feel my walls
brick by brick
rebuilding
My heart, glass, ice
frail, cold, and
hidden
Caution at her bequest
taken at price
love
Uncertainty seeping in
am I me
lost
Do I continue as before
or keep these
walls
By Damien Knight
I can feel my walls
brick by brick
rebuilding
My heart, glass, ice
frail, cold, and
hidden
Caution at her bequest
taken at price
love
Uncertainty seeping in
am I me
lost
Do I continue as before
or keep these
walls
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