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kianamp
kianamp in love with the art of poetry
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I have nowhere else to go.

guest.

even months

after the fire

I still feel like a guest

in my own mind

I'm using the space

I've got my own key

but I'm unable

to choose the new furniture

to repaint the walls

I must excuse myself

to myself

to use the restroom

every thought that's mine

feels like it's borrowed

limited with a deadline

my secret is my sorrow

even though I own it

I've owned

this complexity of a mind

the second I was born

it feels like I'm renting a place

rather than making it a home

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