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The cold air creeps in

through the cracks in the floor

in this home where we are

divided amongst ourselves.

Walls crack at the foundation

and paint begins to peel

true life is not so rough

but in mind deemed so unfair.

Screaming from A to B

B to A, then back to me

A is wrong but B is right

B is wrong but A is right.

Sever the ties between us

break the chain

dig us from this hole

seal tight the rut.