House of five fires, you never raised me. Those nights when the throat of the furnace wheezed and rattled its regular death, I wanted your w...

House of five fires, you never raised me. Those nights when the throat of the furnace wheezed and rattled its regular death, I wanted your wide door, your mottled air of bark and working sunlight, wanted your smokehole with its stars, and your roof curving its singing mouth above me.

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