That furrow is just a scar until the needle hits the groove and finds the song you were hiding in the dirt.
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A reading from Psalms 132:3
Truly, I will not come into my house, or go to my bed,
— Psalms 132:3 (en_bbe)
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I will not come into my house.
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You always were better at dramatic departures than remembering to leave the porch light on for me.
If the door is locked by a key you cannot see, how do you know you are even standing inside?
Is this a vow of homelessness or are you just waiting for the landlord to fix the leak?