My castle I built of rough hewn stone
the walls quite solid, inside me alone
I fear no more I can let you in
but your voice does echo, its long punished sin
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the deepest heart
can always
go deeper
into pain
until all the walls
so prefectly built
crumble into
tears
so soft
and so warm
hope, hope
hovering in the sky
bright blue
a fine poem
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the deepest heart can always go deeper into pain until all the walls so prefectly built crumble into tears so soft and so warm hope, hope hovering in the sky bright blue a fine poem