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Adored points
you lay your foundation on,
are one day here
and the next year gone

Periods played out
in these rooms of transition,
they influenced who you are
and shaped your decisions

There were friends and others
you spent time with,
granting them entrance
to caverns once hid

In these walls
a few regrets may still echo,
as petty missteps
attached to doorknobs
you can’t let go

It seemed like a carousel,
filling memoirs to come,
once close and now gone,
as time’s course it has run

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