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Climbing the Stairs in the Dark
Night
I swear, every
Those last three steps,
Climbing and I crawl like a baby up
Lenses or weak footing slows or pauses my
Step up until about the tenth. A panic of unadjusted
The window’s teal beam cannot reach the stairs. I confidently
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