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With hidden hands, the curtain clung to the wall and cascaded like a waterfall down to the floor. Smothering the window and draping an old side table, rendering it derelict - a lifeless silhouette. Quarter way down from the ceiling, the curtain parted just a sliver. Allowing a lone ray to visit between ambling clouds. ••• One on the outside can’t fully see the darkened workings of a confined mind. I, on the inside... Can’t see past the cloth fastened stubborn over my weary eyes.
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
Confined
With hidden hands, the curtain clung to the wall and cascaded like a waterfall down to the floor. Smothering the window and draping an old side table, rendering it derelict - a lifeless silhouette. Quarter way down from the ceiling, the curtain parted just a sliver. Allowing a lone ray to visit between ambling clouds. ••• One on the outside can’t fully see the darkened workings of a confined mind. I, on the inside... Can’t see past the cloth fastened stubborn over my weary eyes.
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
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