This house holds memories and swells feelings of loss,
loss of my own and of others, interchangeable, lost.
You are with me in these walls, or were once.
A time when you were mine, or so I thought.
Another life was also lost here
more years passed and gone.
You were also my childhood friend.
Memories flood in and linger
and I taste the salt of tears.
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