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Jun 2014
The walls are watching,
they have eyes and ears,
in each and every crack,
they listen through  these cracks,
cracks escaping from plaster,
they don't ever discuss what they see or hear,
with any other,
living soul,
however,
they are on the astral plane,
chatting with the lady of karma,
she who make decisions,
based on what the house bricks saw,
and the things that those cracks in the walls,
tried to ignore,
at times,
when they couldn't handle evil things anymore,
they tittled- tattled tales to the Goddess of Karma.
she decides what will happen to you?
in love and luck,
wealth and health.
The cracks in the walls,
with the ears and the eyes,
report to the Goddess of Karma,
the foundations of life,
based on what the house spied,
from the inside.
(C) Livvi
Okay, so I'm a tad eccentric x I have one weird imagination !
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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   John F McCullagh
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