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White Walls
Silence between
Cluttered white walls
Speak more words than
We’re capable of.
Whispering, “You’ve gone,
Too far.”
With ice in my veins
Your warm hand on my arm
Closed eyes as I say,
“You’re my good luck
Charm.”
Cluttered white walls
Speak more words than
We’re capable of.
Whispering, “You’ve gone,
Too far.”
With ice in my veins
Your warm hand on my arm
Closed eyes as I say,
“You’re my good luck
Charm.”
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