But my heart is an old house (the kind my mother grew up in) hell to heat and cool and faulty in the wiring and though it’s nice to look at I have no business inviting lovers in.
I almost didn't post it, as I was slightly annoyed at myself when I saw it. I wrote an incredibly similar poem, both in theme and metaphor, that I particularly like. This one was just too good though.
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