to persist in this vain vein of venial vanity

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poking my arms through the holes in her brick wall didn't use
mortar and outstretched fingertips clutch slip as she dallies
behind her fortress teasing back and back again shove farther
deeper inside touch and let your fingers dance rearrange them
bricks and make a castle an altar a cairn oh no oh no and she
leaves you there to pull yourself out empty grave empty heart
stands alone unwelcoming yet you circle endlessly waiting for
solace shelter sanctuary which is no longer for you and never
                                                will be again