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Dec 2015
I wonder if houses miss eachother.
I wonder if that's why they
Creak and moan in the night.
There's this house that
Burned down last spring.
An empty mailbox and just
A pile of ash behind it.
The house that still stood
Looked worn and decayed.
I wonder if it misses the
House that once stood beside it.

And what of the house
Built in it's place?
Tay
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Tay  20/F/Emporia, Kansas
(20/F/Emporia, Kansas)   
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