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Oct 2017
We leave
other lives
the way we
move out
of houses.
Maybe we
don't fit,
or the area
is dangerous,
or there's
a fire, or
sometimes
there's just
too much
room to grow.
An old house
is still a home,
it just isn't
for you
anymore.
JAC
Written by
JAC
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