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Dec 2010
there is a house that
i keep beginning to dream about and
i don't want to go inside

there is a neighborhood full of houses
too close to the street
they're all empty and open
they have lakes and oceans in their
backyards
and green carpets line hallways white with ice

and there's that one house
i won't drift near it
Written by
alex waddell  Oxford, MS
(Oxford, MS)   
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