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  • No, I did not choose
    my love grew naturally,
    like a vine, climbing an antique wall.
    Shall I uproot it?
    Try to pry each fingerlike tendril
    from my vertical garden?

    No, I will not deny
    these blossoms are gifts
    to gaze upon in wonder.
    Their roots fortify my wall,
    fill in the blanks,
    connect me to the earth,
    and give me hand holds
    to ascend to the heavens.
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