[a first draft]
keys hesitate in a stubborn lock, going in has never been easy. As the door knob turns my eyes overflow with tears that anticipate this old, empty, stale apartment.
Though I am greeted by life of the four legged kind my mind perceives the sheer blackness of a lonesome home waiting at the top of these stairs.
My legs work through the
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