Passing and past

Fear not

Of passing glances

Into past inhabitants

Or at the palces we call houses

These did not, last

For as sure as wood

And stone and brick

Make structures of sorts

You should always know this

No home, in my past

Ever such did exist

Until we decided to build

And did

Like this, us

Saria

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