four walls standing steadfast, strong
bricks and mortar filled with girl like wonder
the comfort of the place called home that smells of this curious sweetness
strike a match and watch it burn
not on purpose but purposefully
why should you sleep soundly?
at least you'll still be warm
as the line across the sky pointing in the right direction leads...
but which way does it say?
and when night falls again and the shivering cold sets in, sit in your ashes
and breathe it in
contentment in your self created solitude
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