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The clutter of my mind

The clutter of my mind

lays heavy in its physical form,

as I seek rest atop the cold,

stripped mattress that I own.

Sitting like a boat amongst

the overturned chaos of boxes

and misplaced furniture

that used to be my quaint and peaceful nest. 

I grew deep roots in this man made home,

now betrayed by it's sudden unwelcomeness,

I have nowhere to lick my wounds. 

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