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Paint Chipped
These walls are worn with age
Scuffed and pockmarked, chipped
Defaced by their existence
If not by, because of it
Who left their marks and
How long ago?
I see a piece of transparent tape
Affixed quite randomly
Against the grain?
Who can tell?
For every speck uncovered
There's a lifetime still protected
Can you feel the textures unseen?
There is more to this than walls, you see
It means a world to me
And so much more
The facade may be cracked
But it's not broken
And if you're to see anything
You've got to look more closely
'Cuz I can't point things out to you
That isn't in me
