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A Broken Home

Bamboo shoots ripped out
razor blade cuts bled
broken limbs
limping amid public intoxicant fear

nights traveled to uninhabitatated lands
white blossoms marking the hills
was I lost?
a prisoner to pain

surrendering unto sunrise
where toes dip in the sand
with no seas
no breeze

bloodshot eyes begging a need
greed dispersing another seed
grackle fed
upon the remains I'm led

this box heavy
am I already dead?

broken without a home
decaying
only a mind still roams

Written by JusTim_
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