poems with no names

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I dream, 

I breathe. 

I am alive, 

in this monochrome world. 

My house is made of blood and sweat,

so full of human soul.  

My bones are the foundations, 

and my flesh are my walls. 

Without my will, my home heals. 

Though my spirit is broken, 

my bruises; blue to green. 

I am alive. I am alive.