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Behind Attic Walls
Their footsteps returned
as a shroud fell around me
Hiding me from the heels
of their jackened boots
Direction was lost
escape but a memory
Shouting their curses
re-echoing the past
(Shadows Of Anne Frank: November, 2023)
as a shroud fell around me
Hiding me from the heels
of their jackened boots
Direction was lost
escape but a memory
Shouting their curses
re-echoing the past
(Shadows Of Anne Frank: November, 2023)
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Behind Attic Walls
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