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Sep 2016
I've always loved the idea
that home is not made
of bricks and cement,
of all things mathematical,
but rather, of skin and bones
and all things sentimental;
So why are so many of us homeless?
Why aren't our faces lighting up?
Why are we curling up
on single beds,
Pondering how we're
not enough?
Crimsyy
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Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
(17/F/In my mind)   
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