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The Neighbor Boy

by Rachaelgrace

The door The floor Hush The walls The windows Whisper Muted cries Muffled shouts Painting the walls like dust The words are not for us It's the lot behind The door The floor Hush The walls The windows whisper Muted cries Muffled shouts I've got no doubts when I hear your voice "But it's past my curfew" I tell myself "I've got no choice" The door The floor Hush The walls The windows Whisper Muted cries Muffled shouts I don't know you Though I feel like I do The door The floor Hush The walls The windows Whisper Muted cries Muffled shouts Night after night I peek through the curtains Once the fight ends I see you walk the length of the fence Wiping tears only I have seen you cry The door The floor Hush The walls The windows Whisper Silent sobs Shattered parts I wish so badly I could mend your heart
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Rachaelgrace
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Apr 23, 2015
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I've never met him but we often hear him and his mom fighting. I can never tell what it's about but I've always imagined he was innocent.

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