On Leaving The House For The Very Last Time Comments
Rating: ★4.8
As I close the door for the very last time
I hear the sounnd of creaking metal grind.
The rubbing of the wood upon the floor
Sounds of which I shall hear no more.
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Just bricks and mortar when all's said and done, but oh what treasures your house held. Keep them in your heart. A nice read, Vincent. Love, Fran xx