I like to look at things that speak. Like a wall.
And a window with broken hinges
and her voice laughing
while we knew the truth
Walls see things while filthy
minds escape through lies
and here we sit
watching our wall
knowing
-M. Taggart
I like to look at things that speak. Like a wall.
And a window with broken hinges
and her voice laughing
while we knew the truth
Walls see things while filthy
minds escape through lies
and here we sit
watching our wall
knowing
-M. Taggart
mtaggartwriter 
Absolute right. I also have started blogging rushonline.blog and I would be very happy if you follow me.
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Yes!! I love it
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thank you!
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Amazing Matt! I can’t grasp what it means till now, but it seems to have a deep meaning. Will try to figure it out. Also, thanks for all your advices! My new posts are getting likes much faster. A question again, if someone comes to my site and likes all posts, should I request them to follow? Or just thank them and let them be?
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I’m happy to know the tips helped. I would thank them and let them be, however, it’s your blog and I think you should do what feels right to you.
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Ok. Btw, still don’t get what this poem means. Could you put it in simple words which this tiny brain of mine can grasp?
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I often tell people to let the poem mean whatever it needs to mean to the reader. It’s much about truth/lies and how liars feel victorious even when the person being lied to knows the truth.
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I love that. I too always believe that everyone sees the same thing differently. Just wanted to know what you meant when you wrote that.
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I like to believe that the wall knows more than we know. Walls hold secrets and if one gets close to it, they just might hear those secrets.
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oh yes, I completely agree 🙂 and so many secrets..
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