My favorite HP character, course I had to write something about him.
This one's dated November 11, 2003.
I stare at the gray faded ceiling
In this ancient house,
too old for words
The stagnant air hangs low and heavy
Through the leaded windows I used to close
I let the dawn creep in today
To submerge my thoughts with sun and dust
But I have found not even light
Can rest my soul,
when death comes first
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