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The Man In the Doorway
Droning static walls of an eclipsed morning bedroom,
Saffron beams of street lights spill through dense curtains,
Reaching to tease the corners of an oak wardrobe,
Soft fibre sings to the delicate skin of slumbered youth,
And he watches from the doorway...
Waiting for the sun to signal his departure,
Back to the astral plane until the moon rises, And he can watch again...
© Danifrayz
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