Her eyes flit across the rafters,
Count motes in a sunbeam,
Reluctant to engage with my gaze;
Obscuring her discomfort.
Her body is heavy yet hollow.
It does not yield to my touch
But remains still, almost breathless;
As she hides close by me.
Count motes in a sunbeam,
Reluctant to engage with my gaze;
Obscuring her discomfort.
Her body is heavy yet hollow.
It does not yield to my touch
But remains still, almost breathless;
As she hides close by me.
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