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the house is cold
like the heart that
lives there
the words that came
sharp can never be
taken away and do
not wish it to be
so
the space where life
should be is dark
and alone and by
itself will wither
and die
avoid the cry
deliverance, sometimes
standing still,
sometimes, its too
late
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