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Nov 2018
There is a leak in the house.
The strong, sturdy house.
The house you built,
with your own two hands.

The grass
on the land you bought
with your last two dollars
is dying.

Your hands.
The hand you used
to lift your children
are cracked.

But your love,
the young girl, who once stole your heart
will forever lie next to you
on the other half of your bed.
Written by
Abbey McHugh  17/F
(17/F)   
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