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Dec 2016
The home died,
from out to inside.
The life slowly drained,
souls slowly taken,
but the stories remain.
The home died,
became empty, cold.
Yet the memories stay,
buried in walls,
concealed by doors,
hidden under couches,
built by broken windows.
The home died,
along with the lives
whom used to thrive.
Marilyn Sistinas
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