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Feb 2015
The echo from my bedroom
ricochets against your door across the hall

welcome

and soundless feet force a halt
before awakening the breath within

silence, muffled in a clouded cup

guides
creakless nights

soft, in the echo of your welcome.
Margrett Gold
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