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There's nothing here now
But blood and broken bones.
And ash among the embers
Of flames that used to burn.
I salvage through the rubble
For anything left still whole.
For some source of warmth
Struggling against the cold.
For some piece of memory
That's throbbing in a forgotten corner.
Or a snatch of childhood's innocence
In a sea of forever.
It appears that there's nothing here now
But blood and broken bones.
And a forlorn sense of abandonment:
Being unable to find home.
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why the feeling of loneliness and defeat, honey?
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