Everything’s got something to say
If you let it
Lines of wood
Lines of skin
Lines I’ve written
The corridor, it’s frigid floor
The dust that lies hidden
The scars you don’t remember you had
Tell the most beautiful stories
Everything’s got something to say
If you let it
Lemonade
The smell of swimming pool water on hair
Running shoes, put away
In the depths of the garage
The most mundane things you can think of
Are everything but
Everything’s got something to say
if you let it
Baseball hats
Assorted Disney stickers
Chewed up pens, crumpled papers
And string
If you listen closely
To those rocks
You’ll hear the cities of the past
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