Day 1392, stare.

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Sometimes

I see double

and upside

down

~

I say it

twice

to me

and you

~

draped in

deception

a comfortable

cloak

~

these

are the stares

I

sometimes

go

Day 1388, I open.

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It feels

like a room

where it is

dark

~

I scuff slowly

touching

hoping to feel

something

~

a shade opens

its light

outside

and the floor

I see

inside

seems

to be

~

all

tied up

Day 1386, my window.

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Fast

comes down

the snow

~

till

it stops

when it meets

my window

~

the wind

still moves it

left and right

~

but it is now

on its way

down

slowly

Day 1357, paint.

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I live

in a tall

wooden house

with high ceilings

where my thoughts float up

and I can’t see

the paint

that protects

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