I want roots to twist years that sink into oak and pine. I lost so much time thinking back and rubbing dust from my eyes, but if the guest room goes untouched, I'll know it was you who put those blankets on my bed. (a piece of me slowly disappearing, what's left to give up? I'll go to bed if it won't make a difference with fond memories of this place).
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