followed my heart to your house,
upon a path warmed,
streaked deep in your tones,
your recent movements strewn the leaves,
and traces of your breath,
where i imagine you took in the morning sunlight,
and let it out again,
in songs,
in sighs,
in happy to be you,
lullabies,
without thinking,
i'm found within your room,
kisses staining,
painting the window panes,
no taint to the message,
again,
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