Anam Mughal
Nov 121 min read
Hollow Anchor
I craved this silence, these walls I fought to claim, The shelter of a lock, a whispered, private name. I ran toward this threshold, dreamt of the way it felt, The promise of a grounding, a place where I could melt Into the easy peace, the rest a heart should know. I reached the finish line, but still I cannot glow. It is my address, my key turns in the door, The carpet, the lighting, everything I asked for. There is no flaw within the structure or the wood, The home is blam
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