quiet tears
My face on this wall erected between us I can see where your tears eroded the brick like your outline painted on a pillow after weeping I know my yelling was real and jejune its echos peer over the wall with morose eyes It stares at me so deep saying (looking) to himself (me) you can't use me to reach the other side
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