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Home After Ages

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Home after ages,

rusty door hinges creaked,

as if amazed and freaked,

trying to recall familiar faces.


A wave of dust in the air,

the table welcomed with an old photograph,

a broken chair in despair,

spider-webbed, displaying its craft.


Dusted off the picture,

memories started to linger,

a wonderful evening end of October,

cake, music, and laughter together.