Folding Beneath

Folding beneath the weight of a heavy curtain I collapse. If only the pounds of velvet and lace became uncomfortable would I then need to escape. Aside from this dust ridden tapestry I am bright. But the sunlight isn't always accepted by dark, and so I stay. The dank curtain makes me feel safe.

 

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