I feel nothing for that place,
it's sneezing
12 years of cat dander,
moldy books;
so much noise in the pipes,
behind walls
that have faded away
in each of my memories;
visions of Christmases
reduced to a single vision
of family and colored paper
scattered on that island
of an oriental,
empty space around us.
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