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Ruins
 
When night falls upon the house,
I lock all the doors with fervency,
In a rush like barring the entry,
From an intruder.
But the truth is,
I lock myself in from you,
So as to not break out and ruin it all-
Or maybe it is all ruins,
And I am simply the remains,
Like a modern Stonehenge.
A monolith I am,
In a far field, many footsteps,
Many, many footsteps and breaths away,
Undiscovered by you.

By southernblood

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