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A Lost Home


By Alexis Ramirez

 

This is for the homeless, who
Shiver from a frozen heart;
This is for the homeless, who
Starve for warmth.

This is for the homeless, whose
Shelter is barren, whose
Mind is lost, whose
Humanity is gone.

This is for the souls who yearn for belonging:
Not a suburban home with an emerald lawn,
Not a fast car filled with lust,
Not a big tree made of money.

This is for those who “live”
Without a soul.
This is for those who “live”
Without a home.

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