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The High Walls of my Life

The high walls of my life are not faces
That just anyone can pet
Do you believe I could live in a cage
Where out of pity people would throw me a few grains
Some offal of a sky whose biggest portion
Could not satiate my human hunger

Those who brush against my life seldom wonder
What living reason I would have to go on
If forever isolated from the rest of the world
I happened to remain between these walls

I would know how to find for you the unbearable place
Where so long you have dwelled inside me
You the living more indecisive than sand castles
You who fear only the sound that blood makes in the chest

And I would speak to you as if of you
Nothing remained but discreet foliage.