janinemrioux
The framework of the house was simple. It wasn't sky high, it didn't have a golden chandelier and a huge spiral staircase, but it was ours.
haunts me like a holy temple
where my father he went to pray
for sins he could not remember
but he felt them all the same
It's flown by a million times
Bugging my brain, //
Leave me be
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