Somebody Knocking!
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Rebecca Navarre
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Listen to the winds tap, against the window. Feel the rattle
of the pains inside. Shut the door and turn the key, skeletons
dance and hide in the shadows of the trees. Oak and maple, family
and roots. Seedling by seedling, the branches it took. Snapping
and breaking. No thoughts rendered to the emptiness, it's
creating. So the space.. before the next harsh gust blows.. grab
all of meaning.. all that's close.. Or there will be nothing left
of whats meant most!
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