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Nov 2020
this house is safety.

it is gentle christmas mornings with gifts piled at our feet
warm afternoons spent playing every song ive ever known
quiet nights reminiscing over old friends and soft harmonies

this house is safety.

it is hugs after work
(these tender, stolen moments)
and just one more story before bed

but i still cant sit on the couch downstairs.
Roselyn
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