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The low stone wall

Might as well be 100 feet high

Obscures thorny tendrils wrapped around my legs

Feet

Planted

Rooted

Dirt that will never wash away

But I love the way it smells

Full - 

Rich with life

Excites my senses

You reach out

Into the dark

Standing behind iron bars 

An ornate gate

Clean skin 

Causes pause

My heart rattles its cage 

A tear falls 

My hand extends

Burrowing 

Sinking 

Into filth