Please
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1 min readJul 2, 2017
Oh my heart—
a wall too high to scale.
Every brick made of the mightiest fear
and hardiest sadness.
I hope I remembered to leave a place for a door.
Oh my heart—
a wall too high to scale.
Every brick made of the mightiest fear
and hardiest sadness.
I hope I remembered to leave a place for a door.
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