Saghouses
People, you know, are
the lungs of a house.
Their breaths give it life
from the inside out.
When the people are gone,
then so is the life;
the house goes concave
and dies from inside.
People, you know, are
the lungs of a house.
Their breaths give it life
from the inside out.
When the people are gone,
then so is the life;
the house goes concave
and dies from inside.
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