we build houses not homes

home is not home

where the blue ocean whips

at grey rocks

and the places

still hold the imprint

of my feet where I walked,

 

home is not home

in this damned room

with the paper walls

and the people who make

my words sting

and my eyes

lose their spark.

 

 

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