I take a seat in your chair
in your room but you’re not there
your earrings lying in a pair
your pretty notes
and words of grace
little books starting to fade
each perfectly out of place
all your things new or used
all your things there are few
i’ll carry them for you
between these walls you once adored
where strands of hair fell before
making figure eights across the floor
lie feathers and bits of lace
pillows with the edges frayed
silver rings carefully displayed
all your things new or used
all your things there are few
i’ll carry them for you

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