Any way you look at it…

There are holes in my wall.
Holes, which enlarge and proliferate continuously.
If you keep this up,
it’s only a matter of time
until the wall finally comes down.

There are holes in my soul,
Yet you have the gift to close them.
If you keep this up,
it’s only a matter of time
until I feel whole again.

© The Storyteller’s Garden

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About The Storyteller's Garden

Creature of the night ₪ ø ιιι ·o.
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