A far cry

such as it is
this place is
demeaned and
oblivious - that
wondrous place
slipped free of skin
rasped my palm
hollowed me in and
it was my Eden,
my Eden, lost and

and now in this
dirty town, eyes
blinded by its
hardship and its
grime, I have to
grind my days -
demeaned and
oblivious - this
hateful place that
hems me in and
all my golden
sun is
lost and gone

how do I move on
when all I held dear -
every single thing - slipped
to different hands,
disparate, and
left me pieced and
dying.  How a life is
shrunk, clipped,
left lying.
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