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Morning Door Latch
The door clicks shut, echoing softly
softly, the fan creaks in the silence,
silence that wraps the room, a blanket
blanket of thoughts, swirling, restless
restless like the wind outside, whispering
whispering of what we thought was enough.Enough to fill the spaces, these walls
walls that hold secrets, murmuring
murmuring of mornings past, the …