A wall was built to ensure my safety.

A bond was forged as an act of fate. 

This wall has crumbled - it was a feeble symbol, 

For a link now in shambles.


A flower grew as a gift from you. 

A promise was made by two young fools. 

This flower has withered - it was a sickly symbol, 

For a love once pure, now unfiltered.


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