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Wednesday, November 15, 2023

Ruins

Living in the wreckage of a house with no walls. 
Playing pretend like children running through the halls,

as they crumble 
and we stumble.

Ignoring the leaks in the roof 
until the storms break, 
and it’s easier to forget 
this persistent ache. 
Posted by Sykoasylum at 5:45 PM
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