The House Filled With Nothing
Empty Rooms filled with--
interrupting light
Missing floorboards
Missing stairs
Hungry Cupboards
Vacant Vases
Everything
is Nowhere.
No Roof
No Doors
No Windows
No Pictures
Anymore.
The House, filled with nothing
But me.
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