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When I am alone
not a soul in sight
I can speak to the
floor and the roof
the columns and the beams
the walls and the windows;
they watch everything
bear everything and
hear everything I say.
They are at peace
doing their job
come hell or high water
their touch is sure and not
fleeting
they return everything you give.
Great friends, thank you
for your coldness and warmth
both you gave unreservedly.
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