songs,
like houses
I've lived in
sunny days
spent colouring
black and white notes
I've moved out
packing cartons
shifting to another block
leaving
a few things behind
every time
they lie forgotten
collecting dust
in some hidden corner
I go back
once in a while
to pick them up
and sing along
renewing
cobweb covered emotions.
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