the floor creaks
the moon
seeps
in white
as candy
across the room.
the pipes
shake,
a branch scratches
at the window.
a shutter swings.
you hear
a bat wings flutter.
i'm glad
you're to be
awake
with me.
the moon
seeps
in white
as candy
across the room.
the pipes
shake,
a branch scratches
at the window.
a shutter swings.
you hear
a bat wings flutter.
i'm glad
you're to be
awake
with me.
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