Abandoned House

by Sam Harty

By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

Windows bleed with dusk,

a child’s laugh slips through the walls

no one lives here now.

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ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY

Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me

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Tiffany Gordon3 months ago
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Abandoned House

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