This door keeps out the sounds of the hallway. This door can hear every word uttered here. This door demands our attention when slammed. This door swings on its hinges, rusted. This door's in tune with the walls at its sides This door speaks not, but listens carefully. This door relies on its framing, unsplintered. … Continue reading This Door
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high noon, moon shines. low eyes swoon swine. oh my sides shift up and moon drifts call out shout miff cloud six signs fix bold minds drift and though i don't shower, i drip. so, does the child whimper? does the mother kit swiftly? do the hobbies meander into bimonthly streaks? where do dig shepherds … Continue reading battle tested
