Voices in the


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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