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the wind creeps quietly into my window i let the breeze run over my shoulders somehow this comforts my lonesome soul then it gently begins to lift papers from my desk leaving them to slowly fall onto the concrete floor the same way i'd fallen the night before though when it is dark tonight my guest will tell me that it'll be leaving soon i will close my window and act selfishly there will be a loud noise behind me my guest will shut the door while asking me to let him go "this is hard," i'll say what i say won't matter anyway he simply cannot stay then, i will have to let go of him i'll have to open my window allow the wind to be free while i feel captured between these four cold walls
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
four cold walls
the wind creeps quietly into my window i let the breeze run over my shoulders somehow this comforts my lonesome soul then it gently begins to lift papers from my desk leaving them to slowly fall onto the concrete floor the same way i'd fallen the night before though when it is dark tonight my guest will tell me that it'll be leaving soon i will close my window and act selfishly there will be a loud noise behind me my guest will shut the door while asking me to let him go "this is hard," i'll say what i say won't matter anyway he simply cannot stay then, i will have to let go of him i'll have to open my window allow the wind to be free while i feel captured between these four cold walls
zaly-dae
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
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