Walls

I am cold as marble walls and deaf to your entreaties - hold me once and then be gone! no sob no touch no sound of steps retreating my words are litter blowing in the breeze they float to fall be trampled underfoot only silence left to reach for and that is broken by the sound of thought the silk skirts rustling in the shadows sullen gossip of the walls Morgal

 

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