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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=383490" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=383490" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Wounds from nails by moving frames<br>Scarred its skin by perfectionist’s eye<br>Its peeled-paints like thousands eyelets<br>That no one can hide a secret from it <br> <br>Like album with many pages, it unfolds<br>The past, the present, the future; <br>A listener of a dream that one holds<br>Or a problem that can be its torture, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=383490" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Be careful of what we do for it knows <br>When we cry, laugh, sing, or make love, <br>Like a pal, it’s always there on our side <br>To comfort or cover us from the outside; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=383490" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Day by day, let’s give its thirst for some care <br>Love, not a punching bag, for I dare<br>Its revenge is a swollen knuckle <br> To remind those who has no control, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=383490" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mating with its doors and windows’ hubs <br>Jeweled with gold, silver, or sterling knobs <br>To close and open for our own pleasure, <br>The wall knows we’re secured for sure.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Efren+Petalver+Carranza">Efren Petalver Carranza</a></strong></div>