The upturned stool in the corner.
Just besides the orante mirror mounted on the wall.
The beer tap leaks a drop every other minute.
A lamp flickers but not too much, just faintly, barely noticeable.
Like the flicker of a flame on a cold dark night when the power goes out and you are too lazy to get the firewood to start a fire.
So instead you curl up on the wooden floor.
Your blanker and your fur baby both warm and cozy
And you stare into nothing Soon the sky lights up with stars and you are overpowered by awe, like every single time..
Something in your heart flickers Like the lamp, like the flame, like love...
-12/12/25
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