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A gust of cold air inside
a closed off home chills me
for it has no source.
or perhaps it
comes from the
creaking
and
rusted
dreams covered
in gossamer.
I wander the halls
seeking out the breeze,
but somehow, no one sees me.
(Prompt by me)
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A gust of cold air inside
a closed off home chills me
for it has no source.
or perhaps it
comes from the
creaking
and
rusted
dreams covered
in gossamer.
I wander the halls
seeking out the breeze,
but somehow, no one sees me.
(Prompt by me)
Photo source
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