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Unhome

This town, its idleness encompassing
Lonely streets leading lonely people
Home to a place they wish
They didn’t call home
Snow falls lightly, covering
Deserted Christmas décor
American flags, Victorian porches
Inhabitants lock the door
And master the art of hiding

Disguising their sorrow
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