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Jan 2018
I think you know how much I gave you
I think I gave you all of me
I think I gave you little pieces
Every hope and every dream

You're the heart that I would run to
When I was tired and alone
A little net of safety
And my temporary home

But the concrete cracked below me
And the walls came tumbling down
The windows lost their strength
And that safe home let me drown

A near death I'd escaped,
But that temporary home
Is lonely and forgotten
And no longer called my own
Ruth Cardenas
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Ruth Cardenas
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