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Questioning Eyes
In my dream I walked the creaky wooden floors in a
dark basement hallway. The air was musty and
heavy with smells from my past.
I peeked through opened doors as eyes asked,
“What was my life to you?”
I stared back and realized I was naked and alone.
I had no answer.
I bowed my head
to the questioning eyes.
dark basement hallway. The air was musty and
heavy with smells from my past.
I peeked through opened doors as eyes asked,
“What was my life to you?”
I stared back and realized I was naked and alone.
I had no answer.
I bowed my head
to the questioning eyes.
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