‘Sanctuary’

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The pale walls,
The filthy curtains,
Dirty floor,
Unmade bed.
I shrink in the corner,
Bereft.
With tear stained cheeks,
Alert,I sit.
Crashing noises reach me through the cracked window.
I flung myself into the closet,
Sit, peaking through the gap.
Silently I pray.
Hoping,not to be found,
I wait in my sanctuary…

Toodles!
~A♥~

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