When was it that we grew up
And these silences replaced
The innocent games we played?
May be we can go back to the
...
I first heard her a rainy, dark night,
A dry cough followed by rasping breath,
I stopped at the tracks and strained my ears to hear,
But she went back to sleep alright.
...
Failures formed the floor,
Sighs the bolts and nut,
Suffering made the roof,
And thus I made my hut.
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