My beloved house has treated me
thus
It has led me on the back of the
wheels
Ocean from my eyes
Farewell, I bid.
They exist in my head
The slaughtering, killing,
butchering,
Murder.
Heads assembled on the mattress
Wrappers, west
Scarfs, east
Breast, dangled.
Ahead is a lion
Behind is a crocodile
Where do I go?
Where do I stay?
There is no home
Just a space to occupy
For today I exist
Tomorrow I know not.
Nice construct... You have done well
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