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[andthentherewas]

outside this door a dark hallway with pale ghosts and a fatigue that never tires
i sit here in this lonely hour and feel peachstones deep and heavy in my belly

she sleeps

and i haunt this space with shaded eyes and last years face
listening for secrets and shamelessness

waiting for solace to pull me close again

Comments

[glamourpuss74]

It is good to read your voice, but wish it were not to sad.