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[devie]

inside
i am
the dark empty
hallways
of my parent's home.
the way the light would
radiate
from my bedroom
though this dark house.
being alone was so
hollow and slow
but not scary
because it was still
familiar
but just somehow
different.
slices of yellow
drifting across
worn wood floors
my footsteps hollow
as i pad to a window
where the city is insulated
by its summer coat of fog.
i just
buzz
in my little yellow room
in this little white house
in this little white city.
like some sort of lonely creampuff,
i am pastel.