The Empty House...
Its empty...
This house.
Its empty,
and silence
echos
throughtout...
The paint, that
once was
blue,
as turned dark,
black,
and shrewed.
The windows
that were
always opened,
are now
boarded
shut...
The door
is locked,
but kids
still go in,
hiding out
in the house;
they get a kick
out of it...
The gardens
are gone,
now just
filled
with dead things;
blackened
stems
and bushes
and statues
and dreams...
It's empty,
this house...
So empty...
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