Cold sunlight
bouncing off the stars
sinking in the grass
and drifting to the walls
wet with white
Feverish breezes
whisking through the walls
smashing to the skies
and melding with the bars
built as bluffs
Unfound passion... It’s just great when no one knows.
It’s great when it’s shared.
But everyone loves secrets.
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