The Home I Knew
Spiders creeping,
trains screeching,
father screaming,
children weeping.
Snowball fights
and buzzing bees,
cigarette lights
and scraped knees.
Grocery stores
and restaurants near,
here I am happy
but I also know fear.
I am falling,
being ripped away,
the place I called home
is home no more
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