Particle-Board for Background

The paint is flaking creating new images and faces. Stories and sagas in timeline on the flat chips and broken slits revealing the paint of a previous era. However, the young ones can't see the struggle these walls have seen. The fist opens, the eyes cry, the lights fade.
No twitch or abduction of the pointer or index. The joy that was living and breathing now lay.....
twitch-less. 

If such an adjective existed past the simple understanding of such hyphenated words.
The naive, sponges lay in front with no briefing on what these walls have seen. Don't tell them my story, that's for me and the OSB. 

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