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Until It Finds

Poetry By: devilrod

Feeling disconnected.

Submitted:Jun 10, 2007    Reads: 99    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


Home is where the heart has fallen asleep for awhile

A sweet fantasy

To be made real

Or a lonely cell

With bars of steel

No one knows there true home

Until it finds them

A perfect kiss

A rotting fish

A world of homes abound

Wherever we're found


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