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I could be described as a sitting room
Yet I am much more
to the eyes that see
and those who live and love
For I can mirror beauty here
I am the faceless, silent witness
Forever Breathing within these walls,
contained I hold space
I feel those energies come, go, stay
I am the shadow at night
You choose the interior
but I am its ghosts
It matters not what shape I am in.
3rd poem for NaPoWriMo 2017
ⓒ Nicole Moore
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