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Jan 2015
I am alone in my thoughts
And the only thing I can hear is the
     creaking of the world around me
Not from human existence
But from the old entirety of it all
The walls creek from the bustling wind
In rhythm with the white sound traversing
     across the floor to my feet and up to my
          ears
I can almost recognize a smell of musk
One that you once wore when you were
     present in my life
(Jan 12, 7:58 pm)
Madeline Frosh
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Madeline Frosh  NYC
(NYC)   
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