Big City | Small Town

It's not that the sky-rises lie.
It's that they hide.
The pasts
Their secrets
Tucked behind doors with as many locks as there are hours
Dead bolted against new corners
Sealed against the light
Screaming to not be trusted
Yet silent to the halls

It's not that the little houses don't hold indiscretions.
They do.
Lies and secrets
Scandals and shame
But they are mere whispers
Of what-were's and yesterday's truths
They aren't dead bolted or sealed,
But neatly swept
Under a rug that has been crossed by hundreds of feet.

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