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This place was a shelter before you floated away, taking the rafters with you. The roof came crashing down on all these things we collected, dust settling on the memories just like they were before. But now your fingerprints are missing from all the expensive porcelain we never used and the water just runs cold in the shower and my coffee is never warm when I drink it.
This place was a shelter before you floated away, but now it's just a shack. Cobwebs and dust between these things we felt so cleanly.
And I can't bring myself to clean anymore.
This place was a shelter before you floated away, but now it's just a shack. Cobwebs and dust between these things we felt so cleanly.
And I can't bring myself to clean anymore.