contractual habit we took oath for, what on earth can make you forget it
rental asked was prepaid in heavy sighs,
the grassland you showed to me
tha attic, that attic, you said was a hidding room
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This is an interesting poem with some graphic images about staircases and secrets, about contracts and locked doors. Your writing has passion and intensity. I enjoyed this one. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
a stairway to heaven come to eternal bliss each has its own road our time has yet to come