The empty house that haunts my dreams
Thresholds into bare rooms that I never enter
We have lived here for ages
We have never lived here before
I hear the echo of years down the hall
The whisper of your lips grazing my skin
Did I say too much and spoil the dream
Before it even had a chance to begin?
-rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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