Did you know
The leaves enjoy your touch?
The walls as well, they
Long for your gaze
You may be scared of them, of their
Unending silence, judgment
From a place you can't reach
You may tremble for their love
Fingers like snails, worried you will consume
And they will hate you for it
Be as you are, perfection
Give the gift of your smile
To anything and anyone
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