Five nights now
in my new home
I have written
until dawn
crept over my shoulder
reminding me to retire
By candlelight
words drip
from my hand
I must write
Far too long I have spent
between sterile walls
a house he called it
no signs of life
other than the sad
occupants
who paid for a room
to live
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