Dear Departed
It looks like the outside in here
with shadows feasting on dust,
on webs and invisible draughts,
and dried leaves dancing the floor.
A creaking space. Empty. No echoes
of your goodbye goodbye goodbye.
Dear Departed
It looks like the outside in here
with shadows feasting on dust,
on webs and invisible draughts,
and dried leaves dancing the floor.
A creaking space. Empty. No echoes
of your goodbye goodbye goodbye.
It's Still Life 
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