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weathered floor
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The lamp shines on the floor
exposing cracks and imprints of dirt
and the wood breathes crevices
and the floor boards reluctantly
stay in the family
beneath it all hides nothing
and his brother, and his sister
and we keep thinking about each other
and the floor gets thinner
and the room gets dimmer
i keep changing
so call me the weather
i keep changing
so call me the weather
dry biscuits, coffee, tea, whateverâ¦
i keep changing
so call me the weather.