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Spiral Stairs

Climbing down the spiral stairs,

Of a place I've never been before,

I hear laughter and conversations,

At every step like it's home for hearts unbroken.

I hear your footsteps before you arrive,

Like the cold wind on an early spring day,

Yet, warm, when you stop and look at me,

Asking me if I'm okay.

Guess this place isn't the friendlist of all,

Yet it has love stories ancient,

I now know why I'm here like this,

Maybe this is where my heart's supposed to be broken.


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