House.A Poem by WitheredWhite
Old familiar feelings flood new grounds
I walk comfortably bare foot in sync with the heartbeat of these hardwood floors The walls are whispering secrets of all the years past I will rest my eyes now and fall asleep listening to ghosts
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Added on September 29, 2016 Last Updated on September 29, 2016 Author
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