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By Misti Date: 2003 Nov 10 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.10.06.17.1427]] |
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don't come inside my empty house the floors are dust bare and cold mold creeps along each wall and the hall leads to a loss haunted room draped in moss with a lone open window a chilled breeze blows through yet the residue clings and dawn never brings new hues to decorate the waiting around silence the wobbly wooden chair the hair on my head which grows like cancer don't knock on my door there won't be an answer. |