Beyond the crumpled paper,
and the orange attic room,
there's a soft, lonely sound
and a plant that cannot bloom.
Behind the lost closet
and the television that died,
there's a box of imaginary letters
and a wedding dress that lied.
Beside the broken fridge
and the magnets yellow and old,
there's a table of hopeless books
and tales waiting to be told.
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