Aftermath

Where once there stood a house of love
There now blooms only silence
With summer leaves stripped from the trees
By winter's icy portents
Our love so strong and pure and clean
There slowly crept a taint
When no more was fair the score
Beneath the peeling paint
A house of bones, deceit and lies
Was nothing ever real
Just as it crumbles into dust
The emptiness I feel

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