No. 075

December 8, 2024·14 lines·1 min read

Or did you stay on the floor?

And you watched her close the door.

She disappeared down the hallway, And you watched her close the door. You walked back into your apartment And sat on the floor, staring through The floor-to-ceiling windows at the river. And then the state of the world Changed, Bathing you in a purple-orange Glow of sunset shimmer. Everything seemed so close! Did you rush back out and knock on her door To show her? Or did you stay on the floor, Transfixed?

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No. 75

14 lines · 1 min read

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