United States
39° 32' 4.8336" N, 77° 32' 20.4468" W

I watched the flames lick the ivory walls,
Of my house,
Of my home.
Now I trod on sodden ground,
Like a sponge under my feet.
I pick up the pieces,
Charred memories.
A single tear leaks from my soul.
I pick up the ashes,
Let the breeze carry them,
My haven floating on the breeze.


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