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Apr 2016
I stare into the room,
A wreck on a stone step,
Eyes strained, peering inwards.

“Oh don’t worry, nothing else is living here.
Please come in.”

Beckoned by a shawl,
Inhabited by a face that is never remembered,
Into a front room where the shadows had shadows.

I hesitate to sit,
Then the cold pours through me
As something moves
The House

“I thought you were alone here?”

“No dear, I just said nothing else was living…”
Kenn Rushworth
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Kenn Rushworth  North
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