Wednesday, September 28, 2016

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Another night,
My pride has fallen,
As the house,
Burning down,
With the childhood memories,
That go up in flames,
Still alive,
But barely breathing,
I sing myself to sleep,
Carton box,
Keeping the storm within,
From colliding,
With the one's outside.

Box of childhood memories.





















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