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Sep 2017
When one returns to empty house
there is a fear that swift resounds
in echo of the homeward bound
that fate has wrought the death of sound
but in each step familiar tropes
unwind to salve the softer hope
for all that home can ever be
is carried in the memory
Written by
Peter Roads
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