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Feb 2014
The walls
Are
Talking to me.
I sit
And stare
At the chipped
White paint
And listen to
Them remind me
Of better days.
The walls
Are
Screaming at me.
And I want
To yell back.
But what would
It accomplish?
Willow Sky MacDonald
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