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Lost Space

Lost Space The room is bare only a chair still warm from the woman who sat there she won`t be coming back. The room is stuffy needs airing there is a sofa in the corner with a sleeping bag. A faint aroma lingers. Curtainless windows, grey dust on sills the ceiling is yellow by cigarette smoke, white squares where family pictures hung I leave close the door, it creaks the last fear-ridden dissent the room can keep its sadness of broken dreams.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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