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to break down, in a dragging state,
and reach for the ace.  The not
so quiet night carries me
down the not so quiet stairs, down three… 189 more words


The Common Wall

The hardest part about the apartment wall is its solid appearance, because I know my sounds slip through.  And I can’t help but wonder, especially in dead of night (when the silence hangs like a shroud of wool), exactly how much noise escapes me, travels through the confines, settles on the ears of old and young alike who share this common wall…how much of me is broadcast. 79 more words