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my body a home best lived in. babe, my  body is a home best lived in. worn and weathered, it sways, dancing in the wind storms, bowing at snow flakes that pile on, I shudder, I moan, like me this house is living, it breathes hot air in the summer months, takes purchase of the rain, it takes whats given, you mend, I leak, I shatter, my boards squeak, protesting your arrival, but you aren't put off by the walls i raise, you fix my windows wipe the mist that streams, you serenade me with your sorrows, you lament I cave, you know my crooks, youve etched the crannies, you drop the glass, you carve out space, you box up my insides, making it a more convient display, Is that what this is? Is that what Ive become? A convenience store home, in which you hope to barter, with a smile or a touch with a slip of kindness, an I.O.U. of commercialized grace, If my love was a stream, you'd bottle it up and send it to another factory to be, another product, of a good conquest, I'm just another good conquest, what have you gained? o my... what have I lost? what do I have left of me? have you seen my broken pieces?
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
my body A home.
my body a home best lived in. babe, my  body is a home best lived in. worn and weathered, it sways, dancing in the wind storms, bowing at snow flakes that pile on, I shudder, I moan, like me this house is living, it breathes hot air in the summer months, takes purchase of the rain, it takes whats given, you mend, I leak, I shatter, my boards squeak, protesting your arrival, but you aren't put off by the walls i raise, you fix my windows wipe the mist that streams, you serenade me with your sorrows, you lament I cave, you know my crooks, youve etched the crannies, you drop the glass, you carve out space, you box up my insides, making it a more convient display, Is that what this is? Is that what Ive become? A convenience store home, in which you hope to barter, with a smile or a touch with a slip of kindness, an I.O.U. of commercialized grace, If my love was a stream, you'd bottle it up and send it to another factory to be, another product, of a good conquest, I'm just another good conquest, what have you gained? o my... what have I lost? what do I have left of me? have you seen my broken pieces?
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
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