ivy
ivy climbs the
garden wall,
winding where
it pleases
soft green fingers
seeking stone,
finding every crack
and threading within
i used to believe
it was beautiful,
the way its
divine
green
delicacy
held on
so tightly
and never let go
ivy roots burrow
deeper than
one's eye can
see
i did not know that
something could
look like love
while slowly
crushing everything
beneath it
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