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this is a third floor
eleven-forty-seven
story.
here,
secrets hide
in empty
mint tins
addled with dents
smelling of places
we shouldn’t have been.
we wear
sunglasses in the dark
we sing
when no one listens
we know
how to find treasures
at the bottom
of lost and found buckets
because it’s true
that the higher you
climb
the farther you fall.
and every shoe size
we outgrow
the world shrinks
just a bit more.