VIOLATION
This empty house I t-talks to me We are one It stalks with me At night I sit upon its frightful flight Begging the sanity of a thousand stars Help me, find my home This empty house ... it whispers My voice, boxed inside this trap Calls out to no one I hear it echo through the walls I hear it in other rooms My life began in this home My life will end outside It will eat away at me Until I bring it down This empty house ... I-it talks to me ... Have mercy on my invalid soul ...
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Mandi
Hey, I'm Mandi. My poems are something I enjoy doing quite a lot; I find it very easy to let my emotions out with every word I write, leaving me feeling less heavy. It's very strange, like me, but hopefully you like it. Occasionally, you will find...
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