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an innocent wall
She is but a little girl hidden deep in me
Tugging at the threads of my insincerity
Whispering to the silence of shadows-
That coax the brazen into serenity
She is craving a wall in which to climb
Falling free from the filters of filth and mind
Twisted with the skin of sin and the white of Wednesday
Where a single rose shall paint me kind
Tugging at the threads of my insincerity
Whispering to the silence of shadows-
That coax the brazen into serenity
She is craving a wall in which to climb
Falling free from the filters of filth and mind
Twisted with the skin of sin and the white of Wednesday
Where a single rose shall paint me kind
Published 16th Jul 2017
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17th Jul 2017 6:35pm
17th Jul 2017 6:42pm
a single word that just might be the greatest compliment a simple poet can receive. thank you immensely
