love, antipodes
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
cellar door
Between the clanking of empty bottles,
and the shuffle of unknown footsteps
upstairs,
flights of stairs above,
he followed the maze of the darkened labyrinth
and found escape -
he opened the cellar door and saw the light...
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