With suspicion
I still leave this open door
For a door barely opened....
For the curiosity of what may be inside..
Trying to gain remorse for the now empty room,
We have both departed.
Faded memories of what use to be,
Laminated in an album I use to flip through.
Things we lost in the Fire.
FortheloveofPoetry
 1900
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jkool86 says: Damn... perfecto |
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