Pivot
Oct 18
1 min read
Updated: 4 days ago
Thick metal walls
The sounds leak out
The rain pours in
Nothing stays
A god’s telescope
Peering in on passers by
Conversations yet to be repeated
The rust weeps
Trails of words said
The stories of time passed
It is yet to be filled
By whispers or shouts
All that enters leaks onto the side
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