sunlight
through a dirty window
somehow that light
never feels the same
and the wind blows
disturbing silence
as I wait for your voice
to call my name
cardboard boxes
well they hold everything
except regret
all those bright rooms
full of pretending people
everyone but you
to me they're empty
and the shadows come to
play hide and seek
and even they can't find me
I know tomorrow is a
dark horse
I'm glued in speechless
inevitability
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