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  Feb 2015 Deenah
Audrey Maday
The tenants of my heart,
Have so recently been evacuated,
Their departure was abrupt,
And they left much behind.
But my heart is for rent,
I'm opening up the space,
I promise you, you'll be pleased,
There is no better place.
The space is wide and open,
You can paint the walls,
I won't mind.
Make the place your home,
It's safe, it's warm,
The fee is rather small, I swear,
And a simple thing to do,
I will not charge you money to rent,
Out my simple heart,
I only ask that you bring love with,
And please,
Don't tear it apart.
Deenah Feb 2015
I'm floating in this vast bed
Of deep blue sea
And yet I can't swim.

I'm hanging from the this tall canopy
Of green and golden leaves
And yet I can't fly.

I'm buried in this narrow hole
Of dark brown soil
And yet I can't move.

I'm soaring in this open plain
Of weightless white air
And yet I don't know where I'm going.
It's all too much.
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