Every layer of brick
not a wall
Every opening
not a door
All that blocks
becomes not a wall
All that moves
makes not a door
I saw but doors
where you laid cemented stones
I felt but bricks
where you let the light in
When I figured your home
In its nooks and corners
When you figured mine
We found the same light to read
and same shadows to hold
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