The closer they call
The more imperfections reveal
Spider line cracks creep
Parting trust over time
Mildew spotting virgin white
Unearthly cold
No comparison to the room
Envelopes like an old friend
When blood is raging
Clammy skin clings for life
Never to leave
This man made safety
A fort created
To house our secret selves
Publicly unforgivable
Privately inexplicable
Tiny pine cones
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