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yellow walls and blue ceiling,
feels just a room away.
scent is all we have
and such power: consumed.
blankets so warm, skin so cold
…so soft.

a comforting voice
rings bells over the phone
everything feels alright
even when everything is all wrong
everything feels just fine
…until i feel nothing.

the only memory i have is my heart breaking. i never believed that would be my last trip up your stairs.

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