I see my secrets clinging to her walls.
Like moss on eroded concrete.
I see my darkness that eats her light.
No one seems to notice me as I fling
my legs over the bare brick.
Lowering myself into her truth.
Baring my naked soul to the twilight.
As I fall, with the silence echoing in
my ears, I begin to hear the whispers.
Her murky water calls me.
She beckons, she is ready.
Me and my Wishing Well.
Me and my truth, my lies and my secrets.
Only she can hear my wish.
Only she can grant my peace.
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