poemranker ::The House by alvinb

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Free verse № 156792

The House

Member since 2006 · Posted 30 Mar 2009 · 0 comments

There is the house where my memories lie... There is the door where my dreams fly... There is the window where my sorrows supply... And there is the woman where my self died...

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