I walked down the street far away from the house
that brought chaos and heartbreak in the short
amount of time we lived there. I can still smell
you there. Your smell is in the couches, blankets,
and even my very own clothes. I can't get away
from you unless I burn the house down.
I walk away from the house... naked
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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