is this really what it looks like, after all?
it's the pale smell.
the door you push in slow motion just to hear its familiar creak.
silence of the empty air.
the dust settled in.
the lights off. radio on (scared of intruders).
you put your feet in the right places.
you won't stay long.
but you'll be back again.
ever returning.
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Tuesday, August 5, 2008
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