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May 2019
Curtains in my attic
Growing stale from lack of wind
Falling daintily across the floor
Shall they never move again?

But now I'm growing sick
Of the outside looking in. These
Curtains in my attic
May finally sway again.
CL Fjell
Written by
CL Fjell  23/M/Litlesotra
(23/M/Litlesotra)   
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