These walls are my womb
sloped ceilings of safety
safety and security passed from the earliest scholars
sloped ceilings and awkward walls
protecting me from you
enclosing my thoughts, drowning yours
blocking your love, your pain, your joy and passion
but fueling, burning, celebrating my love, pain, joy and
passion heard only inside my room.
and this is how it has been.
only ventures to observe the gargoyles, the ground, the urban Green
only these left to haunt you in
This Side of Paradise.
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