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I stand tall, with open roof, sometimes with closed roof(ceiling, they call it).
Am made of bricks and cement, sometimes with hedges of grass.
Most pretend to overlook my presence, but I am a fixture, am always there.
I see it all from the little secrets of the bed room to the lustful couples on the grass.
With excruciating emotional pain, I see it all, but am created to control my emotions without reactions.
Pop stars wished I could talk, but why must I talk? Why must I spill the bean, the secrets of the love jokey?
I was made to keep secrets and secrets I will keep till I breathe my last and collapse when am demolished or mowed down.
© Geoffrey K
Am made of bricks and cement, sometimes with hedges of grass.
Most pretend to overlook my presence, but I am a fixture, am always there.
I see it all from the little secrets of the bed room to the lustful couples on the grass.
With excruciating emotional pain, I see it all, but am created to control my emotions without reactions.
Pop stars wished I could talk, but why must I talk? Why must I spill the bean, the secrets of the love jokey?
I was made to keep secrets and secrets I will keep till I breathe my last and collapse when am demolished or mowed down.
© Geoffrey K
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