I play the part gracefully; prison cell escapee
A chance to get away from all the scapegoats I'm placing.
Naive gleam forsakens we; those with complacent schemes
of honing feeling home. Loading voids through rented vacancies.
Que: sigh of fake relief. Dead bolt further tweaked
denying any turn of key working to serve as cure for me.
Can't admit to failure, only moving for eternity.
Travel to a new home where the furnishings a blur to me
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BIRDHORSE 8-15
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