the white wall

The white wall looked lonely
In the hallway of black the
White wall wasn’t only different
Because though it would never amit it,
The white wall wasn’t compeletly white.

What was it that made the white wall more than his fellows?
Was it his dirt, or paint, was it his brick or ridge?
Couln’t say. But he was surely a white wall amounts a black world.

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