Brown Door asks,
"Do you see this group of foolish people,
connected by blood
soothed by a cash bar?
Can you feel the connection
like small bolts of lightening?
Their babbling boasts I'll keep to myself."
Beige Wall answers,
"I can't feel a connection,
over the many mouths talking,
united by stories
confused by plot lines.
I can only listen
to the airing of dirty linens.
Their tattling tales, I'll keep to myself."
White Ceiling confides,
"I hear the connections
inside their stories.
All linked by spirit but
confused with sentiment.
I can feel their anxiety rising.
Their prayers of revelation,
I'll keep to myself."
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