Vines that strangle
Wooden bridges
Shaping the
isolation
The forbidden
Hinged in
solitude
Unhinged the
war
In her mind
Imperfections
that gasp
Layers of
broken promises
Cradling the
past
Nursing what
may
Never last
Spilling water
Over harvested
hands
Tunnels that
form
Like quick
sand
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