Forgive-me-(k)nots bolted to the swaying wall of thought
Choked on how I saw it and how I was tied
Up with how I don’t ever fit it
Clinching the rope…. climbing
To the top of this liquid wall
Explosive calls lost in the swollen
Red lips puckered up
Choking on my slippery words
Of how I met and how I
Am so scared to take down
These hard (to translate) walls….

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