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Anger There is a place that I call home
Because I need somewhere to roam
If it weren’t for the things you said
I’d just go back to my bed
But I am standing in the darkness
With my shadow on the ground
The moon is shining
I am crying
Oh please god help me find my home
The dead are silent
I am moaning
I can’t believe the other groaning
Slimy tree trunks
Long wrapped leaves
Pulling tighter
I want to leave
1990
