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The Elevator

The Elevator

written by: Aswin



My fingers play a tasteless rhapsody
as I slowly rise to my doorstep;

watching my fingers dance in the mirror
I realise
the girl in the elevator
has lost her voice.

Mind you, it is the season of sickness
and longing wraps its long fingers around my heart.

I disappear into darkness
like a soap lather feather
dissolving in the shower.

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