Coming home
there's something wrong
a ghost is whispering somewhere inside
the refurbished parts of my mind
Through the window
our backyard
it seems so desolate when no one's there
just broken things on the grass
Oh no it seems I'm wasting my time
kitchen cupboards, bathroom tiles
clean, perfect surfaces
reflecting everything
that I wanted to be
Oh no it seems I'm wasting my time

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