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SOMEWHERE BETWEEN: a courtyard
and a memory, the floor hums with woven
stories. [the rugs worn, regal, and kissed]
by footsteps long gone soften the echo
of time. cinnamon walls cradle ivy vines
that have forgotten how to stop growing.
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SOMEWHERE BETWEEN: a courtyard
and a memory, the floor hums with woven
stories. [the rugs worn, regal, and kissed]
by footsteps long gone soften the echo
of time. cinnamon walls cradle ivy vines
that have forgotten how to stop growing.
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