I found inspirationbehind death’s door,within the walls of a musty roomon the ground floor,scattered amongst the tomesof displaced thought.From this cemetery of old booksrose a simple turn of phrasethat shook meout of my malaise,moved the handthat clutched the penuntil a shallow breath of lifewas breathed again.
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Haunted Avenues 