ninety days

this is the city I have built beneath your house. these are the walls I have drawn to protect you. this is the laughter that is heard inside them. these are the stories we tell when we walk around the streets and the rooftops. these are the people we sometimes let in. this is the emptiness along the paths that only lead to memories when you leave. these are the doors. this is the lighthouse. this is my home.

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