my bed
at my
fingertips.
the warmth
of this
home
brings
forth comfort.
under the
overpass
you lay.
the frigidness
of this
night
brings
forth distress.
this home
is not
ours.
this home
is not
your
final stop.
rejoice.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
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