home

 
Two rooms of grey brick,
Cracked walls
Cracked floor,
White matt stained at every end
Broken wardrobe almost collapses
A reminder of my unguarded bones in my closet
Of foes and friends
A bed for two sleeps my deserted brother
Overflowing laundry touches the cemented floor
I live here alone
This is a place I call home

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