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Jun 24
The silence of a dead home
is always loud
Cries are heard in every corner
Tears pour out from the taps
Shadows lurk in the dark

Life is gone
Every drop squeezed
from a sponge into a sewage
What’s left is a skeleton
Naked ribs and bones
sticking from dead walls

At the centre there used to be
heart
Strong and hopeful beating
in the rhythm of the future
Holding tightly your little hand
But... it slipped away

Heaven had a different plan
Couldn’t wait and took you back
In one second everything ended
Evaporated into space like it
never existed

Leaving behind a dying home
Starved from love and denied life
Without a chance of survival
With the memory of your sweet
name on its last breath...
Anya
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Anya  42/F/London
(42/F/London)   
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