At midnight the wax drips
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my candle onto the wooden
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keeping time with my steps
This house is old like myself
and so it moans and creaks
the sails are unfurled from
my bedposts waiting for wind
there are no ghosts here
just a bit of undigested cheese
3 days ago
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i like the rhythm and the feeling. it drops off a bit suddenly for me, with the Dickens reference. i kind of wanted to know more. but overall, beautiful
Thanks, Justin.
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