Back bedroom

Rose washes shape the flower cup found on this pattern of lace and darkened wood. Lightly as spirits we touch, quickly. Cardboard photos browned by sun sleep, their smiles hidden behind open eyes. Slowly we too gaze at muted sunlight sliding silently throughout this room. We fellow and wonder to time, which has sat her e so long

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