wheel

Our love is the casualty of many a cold war,
separated from our hearts, from each other, by the erection of many great walls.

In this unbearable state of deprivation, rupture is inevitable.
and a new war begins
and new lines are drawn
and the heart cracks again into a million boundaried pieces.

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