creaking here or there
The dusty window groans
as it’s opened
air light with earth
fresh with pollen, mingles
with the staleness
in that house
we once called
a home.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
creaking here or there
The dusty window groans
as it’s opened
air light with earth
fresh with pollen, mingles
with the staleness
in that house
we once called
a home.
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