Room with no door.
My heart is a room with no door, The world moves beyond its windows. I sit by the glass, Tracing your name in the fog of my breath.
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My heart is a room with no door, The world moves beyond its windows. I sit by the glass, Tracing your name in the fog of my breath.
Poetry Books 50% Off
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