Old House

in an old house on the floor that moves breathing with the life of its inhabitants in an old house on the floor that whispers silent secrets upon deaf ears in an old house on the floor that sees so much pain and the bottoms of our soles in an old house on the floor where gravity works a little better after 90 years of practice in an old house on the floor listen carefully you can hear the trains rushing over their tracks in an old house on the floor I’m surprised by the sound of my heart in an old house on the ceiling there’s a stain where all the life bleeds out of my bathtub.

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