Closet cold,
no closure in the dark,
I wait and wait
in silence,
for some kind of
curtain call.
The dog sighs at my feet,
asleep rolling eyes around,
does anyone
see me at all
And would it matter
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC
Closet cold,
no closure in the dark,
I wait and wait
in silence,
for some kind of
curtain call.
The dog sighs at my feet,
asleep rolling eyes around,
does anyone
see me at all
And would it matter
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