Each item like clothing
Wrung, shook, neatly pinned
One following the other
All shapes, sizes, tinged
You expect a hollow aftermath
Windows flapping against walls
No footfall on the bare floors
Doors banging in atrium halls
Thoughts move more freely now
Unencumbered, unfettered
Gliding through ventricular spaces
Speak easy, let it go
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