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Dec 2013
I am home?

No, I am somewhere
Somewhere dark and cold
But I don't know
If they know
That I don't belong

I am home?

No, I am no where
No where I want to be
But I can't tell
If they can tell
That I'm dying inside

I am home?

No, I am not there
There amongst my family
But I can't see
If they can see
Where I really hid my body

Is this my home?

There, buried in the ashes
Of where I used to live
If you listen you can still hear our hearts
Mother and child
Died together in agony

Is this my home?

My ghost wanders the remains
And I can remember again
Lavender rooms and beige floors
Large windows to see the world through
Three stories high so we could
Nearly touch the stars

I am home?

Yes, here within the rubble
Of an old white house
And now I know
That they now know
With death is where I belong
Nikki Whittaker
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