For Lyndsie, for our parallelism.
The House
I lit an invisible fire
To the house I lived in
With a beautifully painful girl.
I set fire to it
The day I moved in
When I looked her
In the eyes and said
This will be a good house
For me to love you in.
And oh! How the nails
Burned in the walls,
And the air hid
By keeping bitterly still.
Outside there
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