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Feb 2014
I wish I could
Scrape the faults off
like old and worn paint
From the wall I created.

But my nails are worn
From fighting and climbing
Up these holes I somehow dig
Unknowingly.

As soon as I see light and breathe
In the sweet scent of your presence,
I slip.
I fall.

But I'm tired
and I can't climb again this time.
Not alone.
Part 4
Monique Olivier
Written by
Monique Olivier  23/F/South Africa
(23/F/South Africa)   
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