The emptiness of the house echoed silence of many years,
the windows did their part
hope they captured
but demonic existence it had
an omen of the past.
Dust or dark, the house never shivered
and neither did the coffee mug
perfect shape of lips
red imprinted
raw than ever
like an untouched work of art.
Motionless it stood since the death of the house,
the half filled coffee mug just beside the couch.
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