Corners
Our old tiled house had its corners
Soft and purring like our family kitten
We looked into our abandoned well
To fathom the depth of its corners
The water there was a mere shadow
The shadow of a reality that once was.
Soft and purring like our family kitten
We looked into our abandoned well
To fathom the depth of its corners
The water there was a mere shadow
The shadow of a reality that once was.
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