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Walls
They started snow white
And now colored blue in my melancholia,
And your wine splashed onto them
So they must be drunk on you too.
And they say the concrete has ears,
But you're not listening to me
So I tell myself you only live to surround my thoughts
With my love growing on you like Ivy
That dies on you quick as your touch

My walls are crumbling down in blue
To let you in more, why?
When I know I won't be the one doing the hurting.

-No one has ever had my walls done this way like you
(Written in 2023)
Edited June 5 2024

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