Benton Street.

March 5, 2019

A two bedroom home

with a family of 7.

A full house on Sunday,

our grandparent's sleeping on the floor

so we can sleep on a mattress,

so many beautiful things happened here,

yet my mind chooses to repress it.

night mares of a house that used to hold my dreams.

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