Once,
Someone lived there.
Creating memories.
Happy, sad or angry,
I don’t know.
All I see are crumbling,
Stained walls, and
Stories,
Sleeping inside.
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Once,
Someone lived there.
Creating memories.
Happy, sad or angry,
I don’t know.
All I see are crumbling,
Stained walls, and
Stories,
Sleeping inside.