Quiet Things
Creaking doors
And groaning stairs
Apple cores
And static hairs
Crooked pictures on the wall
Dimming lights down the hall
Quiet buzzing all around
Quiet buzzing, silent sound
Yellow light
Not too bright
Warms you up
Filters your sight
Clock ticking through the day
No one here
Nothing to say
Waiting for the turning lock
That brings the bubbling sound of talk
They bring quiet things
Like steps on floors
Like creaking stairs
And groaning doors
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Lola SG | Year Posted 2026
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