I heard the heavy wood of the door vibrate from your fist,
a sound this fortress hadn't heard in a thousand years.
I found your paper in the dust—
no name, no address, just the word lonely written twice.
It matched the script written on my own bones.
I steeled my heart as I picked it up.
I told mys…
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