a house isn't a home,
i said to him
one day.
we were walking
through a long,
narrow road
dead,
without a soul seen
but ours.
he stopped
and looked up.
how,
he asked.
a house is one
of our essential
needs.
what about a home?
i stopped.
a home
i believe
is something that
i couldn't find in you.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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Poesíaher train of thoughts that were secluded from the world and her boyfriend. [lowercase intended] [very, very short poems] [issue #1 of past year trilogy] [started: 22/7/2017] [end: ??/??/??] (reviewed by repulsify, in Majestic Awards account) ~~achie...
