. automatic .

ceilings, automatic doors. tread carefully the red carpet.
watch.                                                the landscapes quietly.

 

the

 

building where I lost myself, found one    worn stair,

walled words                                                  on bravery.

 

we laughed at his phone         vibrating the glass table,

automatically.                           there are no  heros here.

 

just quiet and responsibility.

 

books bound in leather.

 

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