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Last updated on May 14th, 2017
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.
Suitcases
forbidden rendezvous
loves lost
passions found
Desperation
loneliness
death
What tales would they tell
Would they hold our secrets close
Like a friend never divulging our sins.
I love this. It is so original. I’ll be thinking about it for a while. 🙂
ah yes. the past it speaks to us, i wish sometimes the future was as loud!