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Apr 2020
The deadbolt turns and we move silently
along the perimeter,
cats marking our territory,
while panes sparkle,
portals into the nothingness below.
We sit and wait.
And wonder.
Philip Lawrence
Written by
Philip Lawrence  New York
(New York)   
       Zeyu M, Gideon, Sue Collins, Benji James and Fawn
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