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I'm going.

  • Writer: μ
    μ
  • Mar 4
  • 1 min read

“How are you?”

“Watch your step.”

“You are late then usually morning.”

“Hurry up!”

 

The coat stands upright by the wall.

Shoes wait on the door mat.

The watch is saying tick-tock.

The key rest in the spring shine.

 

The door open.

A cool breeze comes in.

 
 
 

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