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Feb 2016
Body is a house
Where something has lived before
A stove that once burned fire
Can't find a spark no more

A place once of comfort
Not a thing to find
The inhabitants long moved out
They crowd the shattered mind

The windows fogged and blurry
Have no point in searching through
Rooms have no purpose
No one had a clue

The walls are scarred and broken
Through war this house has been
Neighbors have distanced the abandoned house
It's emptiness showing outside in.
Ellie Martin
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