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Black is the color of the wall that protects
The dark depths shield whats behind
Dense is the wall heavy in mass

Protected the frail object is thought to be
Secure on the event horizon
Never to slip and fall away

Disrupted the wall became
Endangered the object was
Nervous it flutters

The object shaken from its orbit
It begins its decent to the depths
Cracked it has become bleeding red

It hopes for salvation
Savior from what disrupted the wall
Compassion from what shook it loose

The objects wishes were not returned
Still bleeding red it falls to the singularity
Content it is in the choices it can’t decide

It looks toward the black point of light
Wondering what will become of itself
How this has changed its soul and the future

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This distance between us
Loud as the space across the table
Silent we are between the paragraphs

You say your going to mary for money
I say I’m working on it
You smirk and shrug it off with a laugh

Silent are those feelings once so very loud
I still light up when you speak my name
Maybe the walls were rebuilt taller then before

Those eyes that pull me in
Afraid to look for too long
Wishing I can see your soul

You’re impressed with my openness to try something new
I say I’m more willing then before
Why can’t we try this out together

Silence is this question
Although she might know this loud and clear
Unspoken this will be kept

Buried beneath those tall walls
Already the answer is known
Protected the bleeding heart is

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