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Nov 2012
These walls hold what I cannot
Houses full of empty thoughts
He creaks and groans with
The endless nights
Rage through the silent white.
Night terrors now past the screams,
Reminiscent of broken dreams.
Lonely ceilings focused in
These part will not be whole again
The windows scrap against the paint
The walls leak out, the building faint.
He given up on this vain repair
Instead he gave it up to share
Between the trees to start anew,
This time for a right, one that comes to soon.
Written by
Paige James
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