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May 2021
I mistook you for a home
so I made myself a comfort
only to realize
no person could be rebuilt
when he breaks down
and stumbles
nor could be run at
when rains start pouring.

Humans aren't supposed
to be called homes.

No home walks away when you
need it the most.

No home can be as cruel as them.
psyche
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psyche  26/F/from the unknown galaxy
(26/F/from the unknown galaxy)   
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