A January of sorts.
A turn of a door hinged into a daily turn of the heart.
And a quaint trust sprouted just across.
And nobody knew why and how it grew.
And then just when it saw light, a dark destiny snuffed it a final blow.
Nobody knew why and how it died.
nobody cared to know.
What was not even acquaintance how would it ever matter?
So it lived and died unquestioned.
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