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"back to the old house"

by Bee Santos

I would love to go back to the old house,

where's life complexities were few.

Where the chain that links to the swings would creak,

and the sky was always bright blue.

Back to the old house,

with my toy ridden room.

Where my dreams were unfathomed,

and my smiles were always true.

Back to the old house,

where she had once grew.

Back to the old house.

She never got to say adieu.

Brenda, also known as Bee, resides in California and is currently pursuing a career in film and television production at Cal State Los Angeles. Her interest in writing has since recently sprouted, mainly used as a therapeutic mesure. 

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