White Walls


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You showed me my face

when you looked in my eyes.

I used to stare at white walls with cobwebs splintering the corners.

I cried because my veins were hollow

and my skin was cracked like mud from the tremors of my hands.


When you showed me the door,

I found it inside me.

And then I saw my heart.


I still stare at walls.

But they are splattered with paint

that we found in our lungs.

And the breath that we breathe pierces our lungs

until our laugh breaks the




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