The wood creaks
The paint peels
The faucets leak
This whole place feels
Occupied
Still
The window open
The door closed
The wind comes in
The lights go out
Someone here before me
The ghost of their presence
Creaks in the wood
Peels paint off the walls
Flows out the faucets
For Sale sign
Come, buy this place
This used house
I think I'll build my own.
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