Hopes down the toilet
Dreams slashed in the attic
Faith covered in bed
Love skewed in the kitchen
Determination buried in the basement.
Crumble, shelter, crumble.
I can not call you a home
because they say home is where the heart is
and my heart is everywhere but here.
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How I do love the metaphors.
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