Stuck in a dark room.
With a painful cry;
No echo
A beating heart-
Muted.
In a silent hole,
An anguished being.
Dies.
The consequences of a wavering mind.
Happiness fluxes
As a wisp of thin air,
And waving hands eagerly try;
Yet there's nothing.
Perpetually bleached.
Bare.
Out of office: The Wallpaper* editors’ picks of the week
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The rain is falling, the nights are closing in, and it’s still a bit too
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