Derelict
Empty walls
Empty halls
An open door
A broken floor
Memories lay strewn
Broken furniture hewn
The presence of the past
The only thing to last
Ghostly reflections
Otherworldly inflections
Shadows cast
With no form
This ghost house is still lived in.
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