House

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there’s a house on a hill at the end of the world
where the open road reaches the sky,
with its floorboards that creak under secrets they keep
and the weight of each traveller’s goodbye.

there’s a house where the spiderwebs string up the sun,
where the winds of the world start to blow,
and it’s here that is home to the hearts on the run;
to the lost souls with nowhere to go.

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22. write sentimental; poetry, half fiction, prose and so on.

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