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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Unwritten Letters

I push on the door with slight trepidation Just barely grazing the rotting wood Splintering against my sensitive skin I step inside slowly until my eyes adjust To the musty darkness circling me like a cat Squeaking and howling in conversation Smelling like attics and secret chambers Dusty sheets... Sign in to see full entry.

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