My Poems · Story-telling · Word Clips

No One’s Home

He has no one to go home to,
So he never goes home.
He also needs a haircut.
It’s All in his control.

He’s like a magician,
I’m on from his remote.
Then a flash, something’s stolen,
I’m off, we’re both alone.

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