Wrote this during one of my Micro classes, I don't remember exactly when...
No hard lies,
no photographs, no memories,
no poisoned roses
end these
vacancies of hearts.
Walls fade,
as time erodes the flawed paint,
and earthy ivy
flowers faint
crushed in steps again.
Life runs,
in spiralling arcs of long loops,
but never treads
engraved routes
s'long as it can go.
Withheld, tomorrow comes back stronger,
and tries to break through
all the walls and all the faces,
giving up
in the midst of riddled peace.
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