Voices in the
hallway
soft like parchment
falling to the floor
muffled words pressing
against morning air
as shadows cross
over cracked
plaster walls
there was an intentional
restraint of voices
creating a curious drama
for those listening behind
closed doors
it sounded like promises
were presented
to return
sighs of desire
and pauses suggested
the magic of last night
and the dreams of
the evening to come
or maybe not
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