This House Use To Be a Home
Memories now pouring on the floor
from the ceiling with no one to
conceive it. Sounds of laughter
roll off the wall. Echoes
bellow; reminisce
back from when this
house use to
be a
home.
Copyright © Nicole Monae | Year Posted 2007
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