house hunting

does this make me home do I have to be like I’m home and run the broom and watch the home of my life turn off all the lights, turn off all the lights, turn off all the lights while I’m still there watching home go dark feeling fucked night after night unsleeping just thinking this is fucked my home has no shoulders and no hair my home is a sentinel loft to watch the fix-it people come shuffle our stuff so don’t ask me, don’t ask me what makes this place a home it’s not it’s locked on your throat and the shape of your tongue and it stops when you shut your eyes, fucker.

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