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Nov 2021
our house is old
our house is new
the counters were green,
the walls, blue

our house has plastered walls
and a brick fireplace
and an old, yellow room
coloured with distaste.

our house falls apart
and you fall down too
painting your heartbreak
into the blue.

you think I can't hear
what you feel and fear,
but it's all too clear
that you're falling apart.
such an opportunity for you
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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