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The House

The House

By Macy

There stands a house

Up on a hill

Where it lays at rest, becoming a landfill

The roof is leaky

The walls are falling

And somewhere deep the bus are crawling

There is no door

And the curtins are tore

The stairs creek with every step

The windows are cracked

Upstairs lays a suitcase completely packed

A gun on the floor

Right next to my blood covered corpse

Been sitting for about a year

I didnt even shed a tear

My spirit is at peace

Im alone for the rest of eternity

Its all I've ever wanted

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macymak
Macy
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18 Oct, 2019
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