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The house doesn't echo of loud fights, 

It doesn't even have the same vibes, 

It doesn't smell of that perfume ; that i used to hate, 

The house doesn't get to listen to the low whisperers of us late night enjoying, 

Now the house doesn't have two mismatched rooms that never aligned. 

The house now remains silent as if it's abandoned, 

The house doesn't even shine as bright ; because you were the lantern, 

The house reeks only of the freshly painted walls, 

The nights seems longer since our talks depend solely on calls, 

Our house doesn't seem like ours now, since you have moved so far along.