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EXIT US
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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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