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Sep 2020
she slept behind rocks
and underneath nameless bodies
to keep warm—
staring at the mansion
across the way

a roof
and 808 windows

a mansion that was always
going to be
someone else’s home

and never hers
it doesn’t make sense to me
that some people
go to sleep without dinner
when the world
produces so much food

it seems like senseless suffering

kind of like
having to love you
amanda
Written by
amanda  24//dallas
(24//dallas)   
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   Cloudydaze and Zamia
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