There’s a friction between
The words we carelessly carve out
And grind against these temples.
There’s a cluttered mess
Strewn out with the stress
Of past pain we’ve let sit and stain this space.
There’s a deeper meaning
Underneath the glares and dodged glances
Filling the emptiness left behind
In this towering room
We’ve let stifle our home.
–Written by Sandy Heights
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