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Daniel Ortega Feb 2014
To be honest ,
I love these grimy back alleys ,
No matter how dark or disgusting they are .
Because it hides me from the sun ;
Because it's another place I can call home .

And I know they say that "home is where your heart is" ,

But my heart is in my body ,
And my body is a temple ,
And it hasn't been sacred ever since I let her in .

Ever since she broke my heart .

She knew what she was doing .
She dropped it ,
She let it go .
She fell in love with somebody else .

Somebody else she calls "home" .

My temple is in ruins .
My house has no roof .
There is no shelter .
I have no home .

The closest thing I can call home are these back alleys ,
That are filthy and disgusting .

The only place where I can truly feel like I'm someone .
Was walking back home and I decided to take the back alley . This came to me and so I recorded it . When I got home , I polished it a little and this is the outcome .

— The End —