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A Broken Home
You invaded my mind and held my conscience hostage,
My memories were tied together by your words,
Bound to be together you told me,
But your weightless words left me adrift in the clouds and now I rain down whenever my days get a little too heavy,
You simply cover yourself and wish I would go away and sometimes I wish I would too,
You always did prefer the sun,
Every warm embrace evaporating my damp love from your buttermilk skin,
And now I'm wishing I had come again another day,
Even now as I think about you,
I'm finding new ways to monkey fist my tongue tied because if there's one thing trucker's hitch has taut,
It's my memories to the opportunities I missed to love you.
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