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In the house in which I grew up is a room. This is its story. |
| Unmade bed Caffeine stains Wooden floor of sunlight and dust Ocean curtains, Blue as the sky Outside the glassy reflection Marble surface To break the spell Mirrors and chairs Lonely and lovely I will travel back in time, I will remember this piece of mine Collect your thoughts; Give your love away to those who need you Trust in faith Caffeine stains Covered in dust and layers of hope |