The doors open as wide as a fishes mouth Not a squeak to em The sun it shines into the dead silent hallway beams dance on the floor Wiggling to some translucent beat I’m sure it’s not my heartbeat Shadows scatter I freeze to admire the sight I stand still confident in the shadows returnContinue reading “Yes”
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