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Rotten wood beneath my fingers Mouldy carpets beneath my feet Stars peeking out from holes in the ceiling Forget-me-not sprouting through the floor their smell so sweet The smell of promises still lingers in the air Accompanied by tobacco and newspaper A threadbare blanket dressing the termite bitten chair Surrounded by dulled peeling wallpaper The air thick with guilt Something happened here Is it something I should be welcoming Is it something I should fear This place holds memories Maybe some should be left undisturbed But this place is too tempting I can’t let it be curbed So I’ll come back in the morning I’ll sleep under the willow tree I restore this place if I must I will do what need be If I can discover the history of this place Why some rotting wood seems to scream Yes, I’ll do some digging Because not everything is as it seems It could be a message carved into stone It could be the way the flowers bloom If you learn where to focus and look You might just open the room
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Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 3:19 AM UTC
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Rotten wood beneath my fingers Mouldy carpets beneath my feet Stars peeking out from holes in the ceiling Forget-me-not sprouting through the floor their smell so sweet The smell of promises still lingers in the air Accompanied by tobacco and newspaper A threadbare blanket dressing the termite bitten chair Surrounded by dulled peeling wallpaper The air thick with guilt Something happened here Is it something I should be welcoming Is it something I should fear This place holds memories Maybe some should be left undisturbed But this place is too tempting I can’t let it be curbed So I’ll come back in the morning I’ll sleep under the willow tree I restore this place if I must I will do what need be If I can discover the history of this place Why some rotting wood seems to scream Yes, I’ll do some digging Because not everything is as it seems It could be a message carved into stone It could be the way the flowers bloom If you learn where to focus and look You might just open the room
SUMMY
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SUMMY
16/F/Australia
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 3:19 AM UTC
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