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Apr 2011
the windows
to your soul
lead me into your guest rooms
show me the print on the carpet
its a good print to find words inΒ 
the artwork on the walls in your head
the hues that were splashed onto the frames of your dreams.

the windows
to your soul
lead me back into my house
show me the wood floors that I have cried on
they are good floors to cry on
the curtains that fall onto the medium dusty floor
the shades that don’t shade but instead bring on the floods.
Β© wordswithmypulse
HR Beresford
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