01:26 pm
Tiptoed to, circled your tiny tin house
but the sound, it drowned out my
small little fist on surface of your door.
And the sound, it
Was
Enough
to rattle the very foundation you crafted
Too weak, too fragile
toppling, shattered in a messy heap.
troubled waters trouble me.
I laid there till dawn well I...
Didn't sleep.
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