this house,
this house where I cried so many tears,
this house where I drank my first bear,
this house where wounds went unattended,
this house where I was left alone
this house where my heart grew cold,
this house where the kitchen knives sang,
this house where the past called my name,
this house where I grew small,
this house that knew me,
comforted me and consumed me.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
this house,
this house where I cried so many tears,
this house where I drank my first bear,
this house where wounds went unattended,
this house where I was left alone
this house where my heart grew cold,
this house where the kitchen knives sang,
this house where the past called my name,
this house where I grew small,
this house that knew me,
comforted me and consumed me.
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