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There is comfort in the creaking of the stairs

There is comfort in the creaking of the stairs.
Each creak guiding, reminding you of your place
Between the rise and the run
The rhythm within the space.
There is comfort in the creaking of the stairs.

short poem

◄ Three Witches Brew

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