it's echoing now, the room, the whole house,
The way the new place echoes cause there is nothing there except free space.
But did my home became a free space?
Did I leave it hollow?
Up until now I thought we were shifting houses
But
When the house echoed
I guess we are shifting homes.
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Poetryhey there "I don't know yet" is a poetry book, I have kept my name anonymous because I wanna keep this as a secret from the people who know me. I might reveal it once I finish this book, which I'm not really sure about. My poetry is gonna connect yo...
