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Oct 2010
This life
This second
Pases by like fraight trains over never ending tracks;
and the endless miles ofΒ Β big rigs on the interstate

This life
This minute
Dwindles away like the drop of rain off a leaf right after the rain
And theΒ Β harsh realization

That this is'nt home- It's not even close
Home was better; Much warmer despite all the negative exposures of the past

every moment every ounce of emotion

burrows within
like the rats in your wall.
and the coldness in your soul.
Kimmy-Nichole
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