An imposing wall,
A second nature that thrives,
On denial.
One day melts into another-
On a chain they're strung.
So perfect; so fragile,
Never a cause for concern.
But one simple monologue,
A wrist watch,
And the wall is breached-
It crumbles.
The wound opens again,
And I can't stop the bleeding.
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