The house lost its witness when the animal died. I keep stepping around the spot where they used to sleep. The silence is shaped like loyalty.
For the little witness of the house
The house lost its witness when the animal died. I keep stepping around the spot where they used to sleep. The silence is shaped like loyalty.
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