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h o u s e o f m e m o r i e s

I walk through the house
that used to be ours
a place called the "House of Memories"

where pictures of me
and pictures of you
still hang on the white walls

when you walked through that doorway
on that cold night
I felt you leave your box of things
at the entryway of my heart

this house of memories
is no longer my home
but a museum of us
and all I used to know