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Houses
The houses are much alive
with window eyes and door mouths.
They sit, relaxed, as time marches
and our world just flashes by.
They hear our darkest secrets,
hear us moan with deep pleasure,
and watch us grow old and die.
Our blood can pour on their feet.
Still, they sit there silently,
giving us warmth and safety,
and, when our hearts beat their last,
are protective companions.
Our silent little houses.
