Outer home love strayed
Strayed up where people compare
men who obsess about themselves
Looked for love
Gone down the industrial chimney
Those street men left pining
Their reason's cleaned out
Read their tears
Their lost favorite soft toy
Their mother threw out
In a flurry of sprucing
Something missing
Just taking the time to pine over it
That special emptiness testing the heart
The rest of the day seems redundant
The feeling heavy and glued
Then you find her again
innocent and carefree just being
You put it all back into your apartment
Keep it locked up like your precious heart
The fear of losing it all plays over again
smoke out that brick chimney
Glum street men's faces
A lost stuffed rabbit
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