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Something I dug up that I wrote a long time ago..

I am a vine
upon the wall
watching with open eyes
tendrils wrapped
around a heart
such coldness I despise
I see the pain
deep within
Buried in the lies
Yet I pull closer
Maybe I'm blind
perhaps it isn't wise
But if not for the heart
So cold to the touch
I wouldn't be alive
So I hold it close
in tendrils of hope
that a warmth will someday arise