St. Willards Street

Ancient sounds swirl through paper thin walls on St. Willards where hope left me a crumb and life struggles to have meaning.
A chill drizzles down my spine covered with cotton and flannel while distant drums call to my thoughts leading the lead marked pages dressed only in simple horizons.

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