the house is quiet, the hum of fans
sleeping lightly, dreaming brightly
eyes dance beneath their lowered lids
and these walls hold the sounds of the day
that passed
the rules that were followed, the steps we danced
resound throughout the rooms
but from the outside, in dim light stands
a house like all the others on the street
where inside lay children asleep.
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