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239 · Oct 2015
-Foreclosure
Nicholas Weil Oct 2015
See,
I have been homeless since the day I first met you.
Because home isn't where I sleep,
It's where you rest at night.
And without notice,
You have pulled me into the rain without a roof over my head.
The front door is that smile,
It's warm and inviting,
And even though I know what is behind that grin,
I still wish that you would let me inside.
We could be alone together,
And the darkness that blooms in our minds could be dampened by Cigarettes and red wine.

— The End —