a veiled conversation
whispered through
a hollow wall
echoing
I hear it all
rooms shift
to new spaces
filled up
by a thousand faces
off, off to the
daily races
hurrying wistfully
to new places
behind the
cracked
and faded wall
I hear it all
a thousand faces
and garbled words
all at once
become absurd
things I
wished I'd
never
heard
I hear it all
then the wall
it crumbles
and I fall
under the weight
of your thousand
faces
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