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#unvisited
In my house, there is a room. Still part of it, yet forgotten. No one visits anymore. It's been so long since the door last opened. Now, the key is lost, and nature has begun to swallow it. But it doesn't matter. The room is sealed, locked in loneliness. Still i wonder if someone lives there. Perhaps a ghost of an old friend, or just a silly cat. I don't dare go near. Yet, sometimes, the door stares, Inviting me in.
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 1:26 PM UTC
The room
Time rides but on wings of butterflies. Hardly noticeable as they flit by… From flower to flower. Underscoring the fragrant, outlining the beautiful. *Yarrows to daylilies. Lavender to pansies. Goldenrods to marigolds.* Supposedly impartial yet, seemingly bestowing just a little more upon those most pleasing. And the unchosen only watch with bitter, hungry eyes that go unnoticed, unslaked and unvisited.
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Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 11:10 PM UTC
Unvisited