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Sep 2015
We had made a home out of our love
Big windows and sturdy floors
I looked around and then I found
We had forgotten to put in a door
So we tore down the wooden beams
Holding up the roof we were trapped beneath
Broken glass, the house collapsed
Lying in the rubble, I could finally breathe
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