Thin walls
Lend me the world
The ills of kinship
All trials endured
I brace in the swell
Of transient memories
First world gossip
The flare of household names
Through frailest ivory
Coarse words intrude
Coiling the solitude
That ensnares my peace of mind
Racing thoughts
Blend
With a flurry of everyday musings
My name
Casually spent
To garnish every memory spun
Sullen
I cannot reply
With a mind paralyzed
By the inner thrash of panic
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