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Housebound

  • Verse
  • Oct 14, 2021
  • 1 min read

by Emily B





Tell me of the comforts of people

Is it equal to the evils of grief?

I do not let them feed on me

And my own soul goes hungry

Because every satisfaction

Is a new life I cannot touch

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