footsteps

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Our footsteps like a discord home For dying leaves and infant blades We trace them back to winter world When wind was chance and chance was change A single line converges here
Footsteps, alone, or am I only one can hear the thoughts inside me head insomnia, Fire, Fire, Fire should I run or  should I stay Footseps, but they are not mine  
I listen to the sound of your footsteps And the floorboards creak with your motions The same old rickety ebony that’s held us up for the past 5 years Never once complaining as out footsteps left imprints on its back
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