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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Whispering

The walls are whispering
Attempting to make sure I’m listing
The scars are too deep
The sounds make me weep
So I try and pretend what the walls are saying is all lies
Trying to tell it that the past dies
The walls keep whispering
My eyes start glistening
Then the tear drips
My heart rips
Celeste Boles
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