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The Wall That Stands Between Us

Should we pretend
that we stretched our roots
far under the feeble ground we stand
upon
instead of latching onto
far away places
with strange new faces?

Should we pretend
we are lovers,
laughing under the midnight moon
that bathes the land
in a dim, but serene
glow?

Should we pretend
that I didn’t spend the last three
years lying to you and
should we pretend
that you knew right from the start
and that our faces ached with
the ghosts of laughter
long before it was too late?

Can we pretend that I don’t love you?

We shouldn’t,
but can we?

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