a creak. a whisper
through darkened empty bedrooms
don’t turn. don’t stop. run!
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I love how words can touch the hardest heart and challenge a closed mind. They are prayers and enchantment. Lament and pain. A way to give form to the immaterial and capture memories before they fade.
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