Here till they weren't -
The house became so quiet, in the land, without a sound.
I dreamt, I could die here, and my body never found.
A house, so far off the traveled road, even the neighbors, doesn't stop.
I tossed my key to the center of the floor, and walked,
For the house was too quiet without you.
T. Plotz
Abandoned Desert
27 August 2018
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