It feels strange being here.
This house is strewn and divided.
A part of it is empty, cold, and red,
another is empty, cold, and blue.
What happened in this house
has left us all confused.
We are jumbled and collided
strewn and divided.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
It feels strange being here.
This house is strewn and divided.
A part of it is empty, cold, and red,
another is empty, cold, and blue.
What happened in this house
has left us all confused.
We are jumbled and collided
strewn and divided.
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