Wednesday, March 28, 2012
We played inside the most beautiful cardboard homes our parents could have cut windows for
Which raised us better than any disappointed and dysfunctional pair bound in wedlock
The lessons We taught ourselves stayed with us for longer than any lessons thereafter
And in the end We always fought for what was ours and our sense of security inside our cardboard homes
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