Don't Tell Me The Broom's Gone, Too
I will not lie,
I had been warned.
I was told of the dust,
and the debris
that would be awaiting my arrival.
I was told of the burnt photo albums
and the vintage wedding gown-
its lace now singed.
I had been reassured again and once more
the blaze had consumed most of it all-
the memories of first kisses;
monsters;
our
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