nowhere <br />is the new house <br />where my feelings reside <br />I don't want to write <br />of this other <br />joker <br />and I don't <br />need to <br />let you know <br />how fire <br />turned into <br />mind business <br />the moment I knew <br />that these dreams <br />of ours <br />were beautiful posters <br />to be sold <br />cheap <br />to unwilling arms.<br /><br />Erika Conti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2012-20/
