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Aug 2015
Your Heart is my Home.
Your Soul is my Shelter.

Your Will is my Way.
Your path, I would take.

I would follow you anywhere.
Become an extension of you.

I would follow you anywhere.
Your property, sold right from the start.

You could have owned me.

But it's not to be...
The deals gone and fallen through.

I've been reposessed, and left homeless.
This was farce right from the start!

My love you do not reciprocate.

Turns out I was a squatter all along.

Occupying a Building,
Left abandoned & decrepid.
A Home without a Heart.
Crooked Youth
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Crooked Youth  U.K
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