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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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