what was.
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this house
with yellow walls
and blue shutters
and a bouncy dog on the back of the couch
--- this house ---
is no longer mine.
but sometimes, it comes to me in dreams
when i'm sleeping
or awake
and i remember its rooms
and the life that such a little doggy
could bring to something often dismal.
and on those days,
in those moments --
my soul shrinks inside itself
and this hollow pain creeps back in
and then, the tears...
oh, the tears.
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