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City’s Secrets

A city’s secret

Up a steep stair.

A swing door

Kept shut.

Fusty light

Too tired to shine

Sits in corners

By faded florals.


Wary steps.

Come up.

(Mind the step)

I’m in Room 3.

Left at the top.

Bring your scent.

Your gorging eyes.

I’m in repose.

I’m in your head.

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