The Walls Know All

Fri, 09/11/2015 - 20:26 -- ambery

Deep, dark secrets these walls do know

I am their entertainer of such

Beauty and elegance mask the deeds

I am only as perceived

There they remain; stupidly mute

I am embracing the silence

They stand boldly in wait for another folly

I am imperfect, incomplete, amiss                            


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