“In the hallway of unaccustomed nights…”
In the hallway
of unaccustomed
nights
and frank
of expectation
smelled alive,
but none of them dared
any of them
to enter your dream
until
unless you call them.
And you didn’t call them.
You thought
that it will save you
from a long,
misery
suffering.
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