I'M Growing Vines That Cling To These Hallowed Walls Poem by Seth Proch
I'M Growing Vines That Cling To These Hallowed Walls
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The view from the wall,
Makes me recall
The thing that I always forget.
It's not that I'm not enjoying your song,
It's just that it's clear that I don't belong.
And the night I will clearly regret.
You can only drive out so many times,
Before you can't help but face reality.
This is not where I'm meant to be.
Sept.23,2006
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