Inside our thin apartment walls, shared
Potted plants, outside, yellowed browned
Containing our many sicknesses
Of bodies and minds
Love made,
Meals cooked,
Soups poured,
Breaths taken.
Delicate lives
Soft shallow sighs
Our quiet failures
And deep deep regrets
Our stories, and secrets
Journeys taken everyday
And our voyage back home
Drawing complete circles
But somedays, some do not return
Someone dies
And the circle is cut off.
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