I once told a secret to the walls -
It listened to my honesty, fantasy, my compromise -
Even though, I had no money, it let me borrow its ears.
The secret was nice and quiet thinking, quiet sitting mercy
Even though, my words ran through it, my “secret” in piles
My transformation was strange - advice seeking silence.
I once told a secret to the walls -
Even though, I had no money, it let me borrow its ears -
It listened to my honesty.
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