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Author of 39 Stories |
Unbreakable Memory
This house,
This house where you suffered,
Where you played,
Where you discovered
The broken lines of friendship
So slowly mended.
This shrieking shack,
Still echoing
Will the desperation
Of your calls.
These memories slashed with blood,
These memories
Upon these walls so bare
Through these dirty windows,
These boarded-up windows,
Where you tried
So desperately
To see the world outside
And assure yourself
That this house was not the only
Thing existing,
You trapped within its depths.
A house of memories,
It was a symbol of
Once unbreakable friendships.
Where snapping at the heels
Of those so close
Of great laughter.
Youlike they did?