Home
I don't have a home
Not a place
Or a person
I am my only solace
But it is the most
Unstable
Unsteady
Place you could find
So I curl up
Into this house that breaks down each day
Unable to restore it
With my eyes closed
Just waiting for the day
They would be forever closed
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