touch your hand build this wall, while i pound mine trying to smash it. break the putrid, ugly, facade touch your hand and rebuild it yet again carve you initials, and a cross on it so that no another, may dare to dream to reach out to love.
"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things."
T. S. Eliot
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