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Nov 2012
Solitary house situated deep within the woods
Inside a darkness so bleak naught can seen
Foundation rotting, appearing evil but is misunderstood
No one enters, avoiding pain that is often foreseen

For too long this house has sat apart in bleak existence
Pondering on its own blackness, why here, now, alone
What has happened to bring about such a distance
Lonely house, what you reap you have sown

Footsteps outside, a weary traveler does approach
A silhouette slowly appears from within the dark
House so long forlorn this sight does encroach
Traveler is unafraid, a long journey has he embarked

Time will only tell what may happen for the two
Dilapidated house may swallow man in darkness
Traveler may be just what is needed to become anew
Open the door, we shall see who is encompassed
Someone requested I follow the idea we all house darkness a couple weeks ago in the literal sense using house as a metaphor. Here is my attempt. Two souls meet. We all have darkness. Some can heal with theirs. Others swallow people in their wake...
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
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