Housewarming in My Mind

Come inside.

 

Come on in,

don’t be shy.

 

The paint on the walls

has just about

dried.

 

Come on in,

and feel it.

Place

your hands

against it.

 

That’s right,

let them glide.

 

Oh, don’t be afraid.

 

All those

screams

you hear,

they’ve been locked away.

 

Remaining

forgotten.

 

 

Most of the time.

 

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