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My body was not yours to make a home 

My bones the shaky structure holding up an abandoned house

Ghost whispers running up and down the hallways were my childhood used to live

The fountains of my veins dried up and my hair falling out like old shingles falling off

A vibrant mansion full of life left ruined by a natural disaster 

My body was not yours to make a home

It was not yours to rip through like a tornado 

Your fiery temper burned it 

And my tears flooded it

My body was not yours to make a home