The walls breathe,
Silence is screaming.
They walk away,
And don’t look back.
I’m swinging high enough;
If I let go now, I’ll fly.
Fear of the reflection,
In the broken mirror.
A photograph of you;
A memory that doesn’t fade.
Does the man on the moon
Wonder about the girl in the room?
Falling in love
Instead of running to it.
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