Sep 2019
I am a haunted house
Buried deep, in the thickest of forests
Hoping that no one will ever discover me.
I can feel the sun here.
It warms every broken wall,
Every dusty, moss covered corner.
Buried deep, in the thickest of forests
Hoping that no one will ever discover me.
I can feel the sun here.
It warms every broken wall,
Every dusty, moss covered corner.
(33/Alberta.)
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