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Opening My Window
Pocket doors have meaning, not as much as windows…
Windows are the home of the soul,
Pocket doors;
They’re just secrets
The change or shift in attitude,
A passage of drag access
I’ll keep that in mind
When I’m beaming
From last night’s
Window light boom.
Windows are the home of the soul,
Pocket doors;
They’re just secrets
The change or shift in attitude,
A passage of drag access
I’ll keep that in mind
When I’m beaming
From last night’s
Window light boom.
Published 28th Nov 2022
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