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Dec 2013
He’s sweeping the driveway again
Dead leaves and twigs in the snow
Every man has someplace to be
But no real home

The silhouette of a woman
Locked up in a brick wall hell
With real nice hardwood flooring
The kind you could smell

She stands in the window
Behind dark red curtains

Everybody needs a hero
But is it really worth it?
© 2013 Bilal Kaci
Bilal Kaci
Written by
Bilal Kaci  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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