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A Cold House
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A cold house
     am I,
     haunted
     by invisible
     whispers in the wind,
     breathy billows
     outside my many windows
     inviting me
     heavenward
     home.

A cold house
    am I,
    deceived
    by visible
    promises in the sand,
    concrete calls
    beneath my very floors
    telling me
    I'm already
    there.

A cold house
    am I,
    longing
    to yank up
    my sodden stakes,
    and fling full wide
    every glassy pane,
    to set my curtains
    free
    to fly.

A cold house
    am I, 
    knowing
    the warmth I want
    is only an ember away,
    but choose still
    to not stir the flame
    and only watch the fire
    that could be
    from afar.

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by J Alan R
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