I put a thatched roof over me,
My memories bubbling within,
Nothing is lost, nothing forgotten,
From the start of the breathing me.
A gate to cover my flood of tears,
I made with imaginary stones,
Thousands of tear-lets escaped
Left my insides fluttering away.
The hearth of feelings within,
A flash of joy it cooked up,
Thus I embark on my rebuild,
And, at normalcy, I seek to grope.
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