and we are nothing more than dead air and things other people have forgottenMature

We’ve been living in these dreams- 
in this house with the glass roof 
and the flower beds where door frames
used to be. We used to bury all our secrets
there between the creaky floorboards
but there is nothing left of them now,
only ghosts living on in the termites
as they finish off everything else.

The End

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