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  • The world lives in Technicolor
    how come I didn’t notice it before?
    caught up in fantasies other than this moment
    I fled into the black and white bedrooms
    of plans broken before they were made
    all the while missing the details
    only noticed when the doors have closed
    and everything is stripped bare
    from my many rooms.
    I am an empty house now
    I am free to fill with
    a thousand moments
    the details of which stand out like sunshine
    on shards of broken glass.
    I am collecting myself a mosaic
    to fashion a new self
    I am just a house now
    but soon will be filled with the sound of laughter
    emanating from my halls
    and in time the neighbours will walk by and say
    “That house is near to bursting!”
    too soon forgetting
    that all houses start with empty rooms.
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