The old house
We lived in an old house
And I remember
Turning in the rooms
Where the corners came too soon
Old house, old stories
Shaped us for new nightmares
I became my darkest self there
In the peach room
I sometimes kept
Both phones to myself
Afraid of who would listen in
To the riveting discourse
Of innocent teen love
Ended when church came second
I was disb…
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