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In places in places I used to call home.
Now I’m all alone
In a place I don’t even know.

My house is now full of objects.
Not memories.
In my home there is a bath and in
my house there is a grave.

I reach my legs off the bed to find
an empty space.
It feels like you should be there
but you have sadly disappeared.