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Moving

An empty space
Once so vibrant
To leave behind
Where we have lived
This home was loved
But now it’s past
Draughty doors
Noisy neighbours
A lively park
For people watching
No longer home
It feels a stranger
Now it’s goodbye
To a place we loved

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