Eviction&Trial

Eviction

being pulled from my existence and my home

i feel , the overwhelming throb of a fresh wound

my hands graze my wound with malice ,

fickle hearts burned me alive ,

and made me high n' dry

Dropped from cold hands to walk alone

on the narrow way growing wingless

and lost away from the warmth i once

had i trade all my belongings to

feel your heart against mine

and to have what i once had

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