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Sep 2013
my wall was only made
stronger by your scorn
by your judging red eyes that
burrowed deep into
me.
my wall became taller
when you tried to figure my
heart for a criminal.
my wall became because i let you build it.
and now it is a house to
many birds that sing.
© 2013 Austin Stephenson
taylor stephenson
Written by
taylor stephenson  indianapolis, indiana
(indianapolis, indiana)   
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