a wind
in his throat
mounting the stairs
fingers playing with his brain
making a fist
a knock on the door
I wrote a poem
would you read it
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a wind
in his throat
mounting the stairs
fingers playing with his brain
making a fist
a knock on the door
I wrote a poem
would you read it
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