Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Laying on a boat dock rocking in the way of the waves- the sky's eyes speak secrets through a cloud-man disguise.

My home is where I am because it cannot be any where else.

home was surrounded by love
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home was in a broken family
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home was in a filthy basement
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home was in a lesbian stranger's abode
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home was in a shitty first apartment
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home was living with redhead pop singer
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home was under trees and bridges
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home was moving room to room
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home was in a uninsulated duplex
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home was a friend's couch
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home was a broken station-wagon
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home was on a boy's camp
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home was in a skunk family's feeding grounds
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home was in family-of-four's empty house
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home was on a river bank
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home was in a downtown hotel room
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home was in a haunted party townhouse
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home was with my mother and her boyfriend
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home is laying next to the love of my life
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home is sleeping without worry of where i'd sleep
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home is a gift I can never repay.

Thank you, Michael.