This or that, volume 19 contest
Title: Compartmentalization
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
date 8/02/23
My dear, hear me and not my perceived guilt For my distancing quiet you demean It is not a wall but a guard I built To keep my darker heart in quarantine A bitter thorn in a twisted ravine If some midnights produce a muzzled roar Escaping the planks of my placid floor Allow me this one secret to withhold It is for our love I don't show you more These stones too crushing to leave uncontrolled 08/02/23
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