4 u 2 b 3e
close opened doors
their drafts distract you
unmasked quartered panes
for light reveals darkness
hand wring the washed
wipe the made up away
stand out in the shadows
apex the smallest bumps
quiet the banging shudders
hang on to any art of life
only sleep till tomorrow
and breathe till your sun sets
11/13/2021
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