Queitly, brick by brick
she surrouded herself
to keep me out.
Quetly, brick by brick
I surrounded us both
to keep her in.
Together we rot in fear
of our walls crumbling.
Bricks enough for visions of castle
have dungeons built.
Reason for writing:
Reflections on past marriage.
Birth sign: Not entered
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