perhaps,
this is the greatest gift
I've ever held ubiquitously t
hat enlivens the mark of my attributes
despite its many downfalls
I'll wrestle through this vale of tears
with half-healed wounds
walled up
and try not to fall back
into the plethora of ruins
-a.
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PoésieMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.