#The house yawned at him
as he trudged to the gate
a warm wind rose from his bowel
and tore his heart out
the walls reflected an emptiness
as if they too mourned with him
*the one face less
the one soul pouring heart's all kindness
forever gone*
paused the son
his eyes grew wet with moisture of rain
the house would never be the same again!#
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
#The house yawned at him
as he trudged to the gate
a warm wind rose from his bowel
and tore his heart out
the walls reflected an emptiness
as if they too mourned with him
*the one face less
the one soul pouring heart's all kindness
forever gone*
paused the son
his eyes grew wet with moisture of rain
the house would never be the same again!#
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