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This House Is Full of Dirt
This house is full of dirt,
I hear the cold wind crying,
I hear the whisper dying--
She told him she was his first,
The first among the lying.
I hear the windows break,
They have turned love into sport,
The kisses, the smiles they make
Are fake--
Close all the doors,
This house is full of dirt.
May 28, 1987
