air is moving through these pipes
stirring and whirring as it goes
rattling around through the night
disturbing my sleep in the cold
people dream of icy halls
afraid to see their own breath
lurking behind brittle walls
closely hides their death
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Author:
noah (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: getting into the (maybe bad) habit of having long stupid days that end with me writing something like this as i fall asleep
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