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all houses are haunted by the memories of the souls once living in them by the words spoken in each chamber by the footfalls shared with each step
i hear them all each time i pass by a house
these sounds these voices can dry up the plants or make a barren tree bear fruit
these sounds these voices can brighten up the stars or turn the sun into a black hole
these sounds these voices can make you pause to listen or cause you to hurry on to forget
all houses are haunted by the memories of the souls once living in them by the words spoken in each chamber by the footfalls shared with each step
i hear them all as i carry this small house in my chest
find me along a path with thriving trees and shining stars
then will you stop to listen to my pounding house?
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1 comment:
I hear them too and the house within the house. Lovely rendered, you.
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