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"Not a house in his eyes..."

Submitted:Nov 12, 2007    Reads: 111    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Pass by the ongoing light of movement and sounds

A splash of clear liquid hits the clean surface

Shrugging commands that are meant to be followed

He yells

Hiding in my refuge of a room to avoid those strangers

He calls

Serving as a slave to the almighty of our days

Cleaning when seeing such a miniscule fragment hit the shrine

He nods

Missing a spot

He yells


He yells


He yells

Everything I do wrong

He yells

Everything I do right

He ignores

Everything I am

He is not

Everything I want

He cannot provide


Is not his house in his eyes.


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