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Apr 2018
I live in a house,
that is not my home.
With pictures of smiling faces
that are not my own.
Surrounded by figures
but feel so alone.
So very vacuous
is this iron throne.

I live in a house
that is not my home.
A silence so heavy,
it hurts.
Written by
Lily X  F
(F)   
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