Friday, 1 March 2013

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The only home I've ever had
full of needs
never answered
skewed love
never felt but always believed
the tears that sometimes escape our separate bedrooms
always dried 
but never cured
ghosts seeping 
out of closets
i see them in your eyes
sometimes with mine 
laughter heard in silence
death always sits at the table  
by. Lisa Dawn

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