The room is still now,
filled with silence and
the lingering scent of
flowers; pale light and
shadows fall across the
floor while down the
hall he sleeps behind
the door ajar.
AFTER THEY HAVE GONE
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
The room is still now,
filled with silence and
the lingering scent of
flowers; pale light and
shadows fall across the
floor while down the
hall he sleeps behind
the door ajar.