In my house...
The lighting is bad
So everyone's imperfections
Just fade into the darkened walnut trim
In my house...
A life less ordinary
Is always sought after
Like peace.
A seeming contradiction.
In my house...
The morning is good
Because I would wake you
With the sunshine of a thousand good intentions
In my house...
The air is still absent
There is no love to breathe
Vacuum
A smile would reverse that flow
In my house...
You are not.
Everything else is shaded
By the darkness of miles
And miscommunications.
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