by Ed Skoog
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It stood across a narrow side alley
where light-green ivy grew.
Almost mirrored, not quite uncanny,
the window halfway up the stairs
looked out on theirs, a slight curtain.
It stood across a narrow side alley
where light-green ivy grew.
Almost mirrored, not quite uncanny,
the window halfway up the stairs
looked out on theirs, a slight curtain.