No home for the homesick.
No home, no home
Machinery is not complete -
no more sparks, no more heat
Rotting with the dead trees,
cash flows spike with no bodies to freeze.
Wills that spin factory cogs are no more true -
only rusted, only broken, only few.
Stained stainless steel no longer reflects -
no self, no home, just a place I left. no home, no home.
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