if these walls could talk~~
yesterday's voices; all but a memory..
--slowly forgotten over time..
Whispers gently into my mind..
And all the pain remembered..
And all the joy surrendered..
With every glimpse into the
Looking glass, cracked and faded..
~~left alone and jaded..
No one see's her anymore..
The old lady who used
to live next door..
By Rick Weber
March 18, 2013
copywritten
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