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Nov 2019
She died trying
In that old house
She died there

Where each footstep would creak
Like here aged bones
And bend like her back to time

Where each window was broken
Like her will
Knowing nothing
found this in my drafts.
Written by
Micah G  17/M/United States
(17/M/United States)   
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