Empty House: A Poem
"Empty House"
lives a little mouse
—alone—in dirt, it is doused
—sometimes taking naps
but hunger never stops
its playmates are rubbles and stones
but that too will soon be gone
one can see a dead mouse
—alone—in dirt, it is doused
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