Landlord
The hairs on my head stand up
I know you have entered the room
Crawled into my senses and set up camp
Wish you paid rent
then maybe I wouldn’t feel so abandoned
The only tenant of my heart
I should post an eviction notice
but then you’d be homeless
and I would own nothing
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