**3 centimetres of wood away**
I rushed in and shut the door behind.
A million stars weren't following me anymore..
Misplaced alleys, that slept with the dying shimmers of an afternoon,
except for some rats and the homeless,
I didn't hear them call my name anymore..
The sweat on my back shivered being just 3 centimetres of wood away from an aimless rain..
Crashing on cremation pyres and crimson corpses,
Only to end up gasping on the edge of a window pane..
When an air around you is dry of some unimportant sinner's sabotage,
you breathe it..
I breathed them.
Almost all,, until it felt like suffocating on some mellow lyrics of a lullaby..
For on one side of the door, there was a world..
And on the other, mine.
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