Up the Tower

Every night she climbs the steps.
Every night she locks the door.
Every night she stares out the window.
Every night she curls up as small as she can.
Every night she waits in silence.
Every night she paces.
Every night she thinks.
Every night she thinks of ways to strengthen her keep.
Every night she longs to tear it down.
Every night she whispers her secrets.
Every night she locks them in a chest.
Every night she looses herself.
Every night she cries away the pain.
Every night she is fed up.
Every night she wishes.
Every night she drifts away.
But...
Every morning she forgets.





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