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Homeless

I live in a four-walled box
A TV, a couch, pictures on the wall
But my heart is homeless
A sweetheart, no one I can call
Night time in this big city
In front of the TV, I sit alone
No one to hold, no one to talk to
No one, not even on the phone
 
Good night y’all
 
© F Aparici

(2015)

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