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| once full of laughter now one more skeleton rotten wood, crumble plaster part of the broken and grave human disaster and the spirit wanders looking for its true home beyond tipi beyond tent walls corruptible indestructible through forever-time will stand found in its dying a house not made of hand |
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Empty soul, the lost forgotten house
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