In the old house there are
new rules, there are trees
plnated to cover garden
scars; to start a new world.
When the wind blows
wildly, the ghosts rattle
the bones of old animals
We silently pray. Because
we know they’ll stay.
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In the old house there are
new rules, there are trees
plnated to cover garden
scars; to start a new world.
When the wind blows
wildly, the ghosts rattle
the bones of old animals
We silently pray. Because
we know they’ll stay.
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