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In front of my house,
A red brick wall stands witness
To my rising desires;
Overtime
It has not grown in height,
It has no graffiti painted on it,
No question asked either,
Almost an unwanted construct
That blocks my view.
I cannot see my world reshape

Itself,
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Saturday, April 3, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: thought
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Robert Murray Smith 03 April 2021

A brick wall has its own reality.

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