This place
Sweet sounds and smells outside
The door is frightening
Laughter in the walls
Pain in the cracks
Cold air and silence
Emptiness with impressions from where we last sat
We're gone
The boxes are heavy
My feet are still
One last smell, one last touch
The damn house fell
We heard it starting to come down
Covered our ears
Kept dancing till the floor caved in
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