The Wall

Look at the washed out wall

A reflection of a “will-we-won’t-we”;

such labyrinth of a happiness before the prefix-un.

Look at yourself,

Did it all come undone?

How memory surpasses time.

What if walls crumbled, not hearts?

What if

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