Home Is Where My Closure Was

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LMW-The-Poet

Published: Jan 23, 2015

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Technology has proven it true;
Google Earth gives me dirt,
& The house-selling market
Gives me no address.

There's a searing burn to see it -
I need to see it, I need to know,
And yet - I already do.

To try and comprehend the breakdown
Of seeing what's been torn down -
I can't even tell my best friend
Without choking on tears!

They looked at my past
And decided it was unfit.

They took machines to it all
And destroyed my pain.

They stole my memories,
They stole the proof of my past,
They stole everything I hated,

& They stole a part of me.

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