whiteness of the walls whiter
windows bare curtains drawn
floral prints falling in drapes
two pigeons on the sill
heads tucked
...dozing....
whirring of fans
from the other room
soft
a few
spells
to live tor
on the other side
must have been
quiet too
stealthy
starry
still
night
to die for....?
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