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There are barren rooms

on familiar streets,

with relics packed

as time defeats


It was a home

inside a house,

a haven once

now emptied out


What lingers bleeds

into the grain,

braiding angles

where doors meet frames


This letting go

feels like submission,

staining floors

from den to kitchen


Memories made

on grass and stone

stray from porches

in winds alone


Sidewalk routes

down blocks traversed

invoke review

by aimless search


There’s no reprise,

just arising strength

to find some solace

in walls you wake


As morning blooms,

bathed in light,

a chapter ends

subtle overnight

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