This house is spread
Life times have passed
A child slowly gets transformed by a thousand days
Each room a presence of shade
Sleep was the only goal
The furniture was old
There was filth on the carpet
Wallpaper was shed like snake skin
The bulbs reflected colors they shouldn't
Nothing was settled there were no boundaries
The physical structure was just an invitation to mould
The only thing holding it together was a little love
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