march

Have a beginning have an end

I have no face for your game

My friend my friend

You left me!

you finished before I was finished

I felt your fever and your flush

I am an attic

I am a celler

collecting the smaller winds

Now that I walk on paper streets;

and fold myself through slit doors

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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