Sometimes on my way homeI take a detourand visit the haunted house of our memories;I try to spot the specterof a love that we once shared, unable to pick and removethorns from the nightmares that still visit me some nights,even after failed attempts of uninviting them,of un-wishing them;The haunted house is painted black,and the door […]
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