My home

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Twisting alleyways
A bed in the factory
No clean water for days
These streams of garbage
A society's worry

Welcome to my home
Miles of recycled trash
Lack of food leaving me near bones
My mind not registering the backlash

This is my home
Nothing can scare me
Since I'm never alone
This is a place I hope to nevermore be
My home...

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