If these walls could talk, they'd scream; holes punched through them. These walls have seen a man lose his will to fight; empty bottles on the floor. These walls have seen you hurt. But these walks can't talk, they can't put what they've seen into words. These walls are home. Somewhere you either feel trapped or you find refuge in the fact these walls have too felt your pain.
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Author:
kjb (
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walls appear to be very clever indeed. a good write here.
Nice poem. Just imagine a 100 year old house. There would probably be a few novels in each wall.
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