when the wall goes up,
the barbed
wired
set in stone,
the dogs chained
along the border,
with armed guards
in the tower, I know
that the marital bliss
has ended.
those wedding photos
under the coffee
table
have hardly faded,
and yet.
the air is cold
as you sleep
in the same bed,
dreaming of a way
to escape,
to tunnel out,
back into
the free world.
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