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Chaos

Temperamental hearts colliding in anger
Split open like rift valleys on African shores
Bone marrow cut clean from rotten cavities
Unable to feel fear or pain
Leaving reason rested in pieces
Rib cages mutilated by razor blades
Found at the edges of ingrown toenails
But through the fighting and verbal insults
The bottom line remains:
It’s just you and me darling, among it all,
Trying to find home…

(2013)

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