The ever so inviting sweet smell,
of candles burning, cigarette smoke and home cooked meals,
and the warmth that builds inside my bosom,
when I cross that white frame,
rushing through that screen door,
large bag of unwashed unmentionables,
left sitting on the floor.
I tied all my hopes to a string,
and cast them out into eternity.
we grew cold as the world grew old,
we grew apart, like magnets.
strong current of electricity,
burning holes at the bottom of my feet,
conductor, conducting, insanity,
grab hold.
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