Home is what resides inside of my mother's ribcage
It is bruised and battered
Broken and grazed
Home is the place my father cannot stop destroying.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PoetryFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
Where Is Home?
Home is what resides inside of my mother's ribcage
It is bruised and battered
Broken and grazed
Home is the place my father cannot stop destroying.
