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48th


pieces of my heart scattered across my bones, yes i'm sad

what about my home? what about the daughter i was? what about my heart?

forgotten call, night in and night out, loved just the same and not at all

48th birthday, far away and uninvited, 20+ heartbreaks this week, promises of home, he sold every brick of it

inexplicable homes, broken twice with undreamable dreams, heavy and packed in boxes

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