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They’re painting the rooms,
They’re making it theirs,
Transforming it like
I never was there.

Walking through rooms,
The kitchen and bath,
Transforming the halls
To unrecognized paths.

Gone is the soul
That inhabited her;
Heartbeats anew,
A new soul confer.

Though doorways once open
Forever now close,
Between every wall
My memories repose.