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The Thin Wall

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My ear pressed closely to it

Hear echoes of voices past.

Not knowing if they're here or gone

Applaud rough and ready cast.

 

A play on life, rich tapestry

Panto and mime of times.

The 'went before' and 'maybe come',

clock weeps sorrow chimes.

 

Don't fear the stranger within.

He knows the way through this.

I take his hand. I can breath again.

Remember faces of those I'll miss.

 

Stepping forward, let me close my eyes

and I'll slip away from all.

Through cobwebs of memories I hear the voice,

forever past the thin wall.

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