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House of Fury

She is a house of rage
Four walls forged of unforgiving wood
Their tears soak cedar logs
Leaving drops of blood on iron nails
That hold the weight of her inside
She is a house of fury
Keeps the windows shut, when a midnight gust tangles the curtains
Banging are the hands of many
Begging for her grace and pity
She will keep the doors locked
As she rots with all her junk
Every muffled doorstep plea
Is a missed opportunity
To take this house of envy
And build it to a house of mercy
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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