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this home won’t stand without the shadows in the basement they rise tonight and his wife feasted and slept curled up on her side of the bed, he pictured her then, while contemplating how to discard the evidence he writes her name on the snow and he is alive for a little longer and for his daughter too – a name tucked into his pocket, free of his prior charges and still warm the house is now lit and will rest until the stars fade and she will wait for him the man entering the house long erased and hushed away
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 12:39 AM UTC
home
this home won’t stand without the shadows in the basement they rise tonight and his wife feasted and slept curled up on her side of the bed, he pictured her then, while contemplating how to discard the evidence he writes her name on the snow and he is alive for a little longer and for his daughter too – a name tucked into his pocket, free of his prior charges and still warm the house is now lit and will rest until the stars fade and she will wait for him the man entering the house long erased and hushed away
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 12:39 AM UTC
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