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House of wire
Held up with the duct tape
Holding up pictures of dreams
And dreaming of anywhere else

Rags filling cracks
Keeping out the cold
Worn doors, stained carpets
Disbelief keeping things constant

Garden buried in slumber
Our sleep walking footsteps
Light step typing love letters across the beds
Dreaming of the places past mountain purples

Passing in gusts
Leaving prints between leaves
Leaves scattered in corners
House of wine: Held up with hope for ‘soon to come’.