Watchfires
let the walls speak our names
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Here we stand with breath to bate.
Your hands on me.
Folded memories. In cardboard graves.
Walls that lie in wait.
For strangers' hands.
To paint with strangers' photographs.
Colours you would hate.
Still evidence of us remains.
Tears and wine.
Fingerprints and your outline.
Still pressed into your chair.
Remember now when all has changed.
That we once lay our heads down here.
And if they ever did have ears.
Let the walls speak our names.
Let the walls speak our names.