The First Crack

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I will build no more walls, but refuse to tear them down 

They can be climbed, as they begin to crumble

Crawled underneath, as the ground rumbles

I will trust no faster, but I will trust 

These will fall, they must 

But only as I cease to build, to push the hands that approach 

These walls become gates to the bold

As a new chapter begins to unfold

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