Each time I drive past it
It just looks like it is asleep
Our old house
Nestled between two giants
looks sad, hollow, abandoned
I said to him — more than a few times
Either we move or we get a helium machine
It is true…
Broke the jar…
Each time I drive past it
It just looks like it is asleep
Our old house
Nestled between two giants
looks sad, hollow, abandoned
I said to him — more than a few times
Either we move or we get a helium machine
It is true…
Broke the jar…
There is something that happens at the end of August
The fruit once vibrant in colour, scent, taste
Rescinds into itself and contracts with lack of nourishment — less sun, less warmth
The leaves begin to turn
Many leave the city trying to hold onto the last moments of…
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