many have sat in this chair
many of which have passed from this world
this chair and building is the only thing that is a reminder of them
they weren't special enough to be written in history
but they were here, they lived here
this was their home
this chair rocks back and forth
no one is sitting on it
they have come back to take what belong to them
their memory
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200 Days 200 Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. But I swear I'm not going through things. But it's mostly love poems...with some morbid, with some personal, but they're all just a story in the end. . (*^ω^*) . started writing - November 12, 2019 finished writing - April 1...
