An Addition to the Addition

I know my room.
My room knows me.
My room is where I want to be.

I read books.
Books read me.
In my hands is where I want them to be.

I run down stairs.
Stairs run down me.
On these I want to rush down heavily.

I like leaves.
Leaves like me.
In front of my feet is where they should be.

I hear music.
Music hears me.
The ocean carpeted room is where we should meet.

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