The Wall
No, I cannot love a wall
No matter how pretty and tall;
I used to try to kick down the wall
In order to reach you;
I used to try to go over the waterfall
In my homemade canoe,
Thinking you'd be over on the other side.
I thought my feelings for you would never subside.
But they did and died, like the vine on your wall.
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