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Shadows of yesteryear
fall long upon the empty walls
Reminding me of all the lives lived.
If walls could talk
would they give up their secrets
as easily as a butterfly shedding it’s cacoon.
What tales would they tell
Would they hold our secrets close
Like a friend never divulging our sins.