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Shadows of towers cascade on the walls of this unfamiliar room was once familiar. and they're orange!
they move with the moon. Stretching and (not) teetering.
slipping off the bed due to a hovering mother interrupts my (almost) drowsiness.
i will never see this place again. i certainly am not the least bit upset about it. south is my destination for december. it is much less cold there than here.
and in the midst of thought, the midst of the orange on the walls and the golden december, he is there. always peeking in on thoughts. 2:13 AM in red on the night stand.
i've really got to get some sleep.

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2 comments so far.

1. Bob Mortland says:

   Why no title?

2. Brittany says:

   i'm not sure.
   make your own?