familiarA Poem by AKhaus
I suppose I know you from a time before...not so sure anymore.
One could suggest that your hands have the form of something familiar. How am I to disseminate your motives when you shut that door? What was known has now been abolished with the clicking of that lock. My value diminished and my heart stopped. What pain did emanate from such a tiny four walled room in a quaint ranch near the corn fields.
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