i am homeless,
not houseless
i have a place to stay
but i see no home within its walls
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the root of compassion
Poetryoften, the bird who sings the loveliest song is the one who has never felt lovely *** a book featuring poetry about my stuggles and the feelings i can not fathom into understandble words
homeless
i am homeless,
not houseless
i have a place to stay
but i see no home within its walls
