Faces on paper
Will fade away sooner or later.

A family starts up close and tight
But it may end in a fight…

The pictures on the fridge will be pulled down
From screams to the silent sound
Of an empty house with broken windows
Where once lived kids with many freckles.
They were so close to each other,
Too close that now they don’t bother.
Once in a while occurs the thought of contacting a sibling
But there is never any ringing.


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