night comes in with her smothering cloak, weighted, hushed, crushed brick reminders in the eaves of her coat collar, a third story satisfied smile, then straight to the fire escape window, the pages of open books lying on the hardwood floor turning errantly in her wake, eyes brightening as the stars light up and shaking a pensive nocturne from her auburn hair, she takes her throne and sighs slowly, free once more in her treasured kingdom...
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