Sing

Poisoned

Rivers

Skylights

Shivers

Chilled

To the bone

That place

Was never

My home.

 

Her sins

Left stains

On the couch

And the carpets

He sits

Alone

And he cries

In the dark but

Someday he’ll know

That this is no show

His story is young

And he has yet

To grow.

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