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The fridge hums low, the room is still
I trace the cracks across the sill
It's not the cold that makes me start
It's the quiet pressing on my heart
My pillow knows the shape I keep
The fan is spinning slow and deep
A single sound from down the hall
It grows until it climbs the wall
The paper scrap rolls to the floor
It settles by the closet door
Each little thought is twice its size
And I'm this whole room's fragile eyes
The paper scrap rolls to the floor
It settles by the closet door
The quiet is a heavy coat
It wraps the worry at my throat
My pillow knows the shape I keep
The fan is spinning slow and deep
A single sound from down the hall
It grows until it climbs the wall
The paper scrap rolls to the floor
It settles by the closet door
Each little thought is twice its size
And I'm this whole room's fragile eyes
The paper scrap rolls to the floor
It settles by the closet door
The quiet is a heavy coat
It wraps the worry at my throat
