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The malady Knocks on my door The hall is empty and bleak Dark doors keeping secrets I tape a spoon against a wine glass Its plinks sings from room to room Looks for and outlet Settles like dust on book shelf As residues of unspoken words I hear children in the street jubilant voices Pain subsides Get out of my chair slowly, a battle won
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 4:45 AM UTC
the malady
The malady Knocks on my door The hall is empty and bleak Dark doors keeping secrets I tape a spoon against a wine glass Its plinks sings from room to room Looks for and outlet Settles like dust on book shelf As residues of unspoken words I hear children in the street jubilant voices Pain subsides Get out of my chair slowly, a battle won
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 4:45 AM UTC
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