The House of the Sunset
An open door, expecting someone to come back. It slammed her midnight silence, and the morning opens her with a frown. Windows with broken wings, from staring screaming frantically, overlooked every silhouette and even the shadow of nothingness. The rumbling threshold, giving honor to the woods, hope has long since been lost to hear the familiar steps. I saw such a house was he or a dream? and I knew myself in it, lonely and without a dweller.
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