The house I call home

by Byron   Jul 31, 2012

Strip me down to nothing
Tear this flesh off my bones
Keep all the working parts intact
Frame me inside our home
Keep the noise level appropriate
The children are trying to sleep 
The neighbours are screaming
This scene is killing me
I was trying to demonstrate
The perfect domestic affairs
It turned into a disaster
I am afraid we'll never get it back


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