into the wardrobe

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A forest of jackets
No place for running
Creaking brackets
No place for moving

Bent at the knees
No soul for praying
Without a breeze
No air for breathing

In this ark
The darkness spread
But not as dark 
As the one in her head

Don't make a sound
Don't say a word
When you come around,
You'll stay unheard

Just stay still
Play pretend
The moment will spill
This journey will end.

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