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A softening of the skin, like putting up the wall. In the late afternoon, he had her against the wall. This is not the first time someone has lost their mind here— Ten men or more have faded into thought, found staring at the wall. We have loved each other longer than this forest used to grow— What will happen? You will change when we are forced to cross the wall. I cannot see, but I can smell the hyacinths on the other side. Cord-like vines snake through the cracks in the wall. You wear all the semblances of love in your black bathrobe; Go ahead, put on your best perfume, like some flowery wall. At the edge of the woods, chimneys lurk behind tall leaves. Somewhere ahead, wrapped around the bases of trees, waits a wall.
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Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 8:24 PM UTC
Ghazal: Wall
A softening of the skin, like putting up the wall. In the late afternoon, he had her against the wall. This is not the first time someone has lost their mind here— Ten men or more have faded into thought, found staring at the wall. We have loved each other longer than this forest used to grow— What will happen? You will change when we are forced to cross the wall. I cannot see, but I can smell the hyacinths on the other side. Cord-like vines snake through the cracks in the wall. You wear all the semblances of love in your black bathrobe; Go ahead, put on your best perfume, like some flowery wall. At the edge of the woods, chimneys lurk behind tall leaves. Somewhere ahead, wrapped around the bases of trees, waits a wall.
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Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 8:24 PM UTC
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