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I live in a house 
That no longer exists.
Its windows are glaring out 
Onto its ruptured past,
Unhealed wounds, 
Unlived memories.
Green pastures 
Of thoughts unthought,
Lives unlived;
Onto the high piles of shoes 
Undestined to roaming 
The streets of cities built
To outlast all history;
Heaps of trunks no one 
Shall put on shelves 
Of trains destined on journeys
That are not to be.
 
I live here, in this house
That had crumbled 
Before its life began;
Before my eyes
Got used to darkness.