where is home in all of this talk of
hopelessness? is it the sky
which should make its tears
burn holes into stonehearts or should
the river sink those hearts
into the abyss which fetches
stories from the deep? where is hope
in all this homelessness? will it
do to bury the words and be still?
So poignant ππ΅πΈ
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No home, no hope… just dark, dark despair.
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