Spotty Logic (spottylogic) wrote,
Spotty Logic
spottylogic



I couldn't see a hundred open doors
for the one I was closing.
I held my hand on the latch
and savored the click,
and treasured the seal that kept
the heated air in the house,
and checked the lock,
and checked the lock,
and checked the lock.
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