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There's No Princess Within
I don't build walls.
I am the wall,
five feet and six inches tall,
42-36-43 inches thick,
a scarecrow face,
and a stumbling gait.
A moat of repressed emotions
swirls with sharks made of memories
just below the drawbridge.
Acne-cloaked archers
stand at the ready,
for anyone who dares breech my borders,
for anyone too blind to see the warning signs.
I do not build walls.
I am the wall,
bound with barbed wires,
wrought with spokes and spires,
simply protecting an empty room
rebelliously left with a note that goes
"Gone dragon hunting"
I am the wall,
five feet and six inches tall,
42-36-43 inches thick,
a scarecrow face,
and a stumbling gait.
A moat of repressed emotions
swirls with sharks made of memories
just below the drawbridge.
Acne-cloaked archers
stand at the ready,
for anyone who dares breech my borders,
for anyone too blind to see the warning signs.
I do not build walls.
I am the wall,
bound with barbed wires,
wrought with spokes and spires,
simply protecting an empty room
rebelliously left with a note that goes
"Gone dragon hunting"
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