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They sold home away. The last thing I had of you is gone. Last piece is finally taken away. Wounds are going to take some time to heal. What it meant to me. What it was, was my safe place away from this wicked world. The osias in the woods. A souls final resting place. A legacy no longer exists. They sold my fathers home for pennies. It was priceless to me.
Copyright © Richard Tarr | Year Posted 2019
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