Here is a sound I described in stillness.
I will call it Ghost.
A cold is present in darkness.
It feels with your ears.
A resounding sound that tells you.
It will be okay.
He likes to hide in shadows.
She likes to be unseen.
He likes to sit in corners.
She runs in alleyways.
She creates in color.
He unties his wrists.
He shakes off his bagged face.
She presents her mask.
She absorbs the pressure.
As he dissipates.
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