Berlin Wall

December 4, 2008
I’ll make you out of clay and hymns.
Forging each brick, hand by hand.

You will have cracks - I know.
It is intended that way.
I welcome the little whispers of hope, draped in fine velvet veins.
This is no vineyard you see.

You are one of a kind, Berlin Wall.

You are the one who will set me free.

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