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After a while
the road look the same
the words look the same
with the same old trees and hedges green
lamppost spaced accordingly
and driveways lead into homes
where families live
some picture perfect in their happiness
some with hidden scars beneath
pictures and frames deck the walls
similar furnishings
and that familiar smell of cooking
but where does this leave the orphan
who neither knows nor dreams
what it will be like to ever be
as one with his or her family?
After a while, truly
every wall begins to blend
every face looks the same
every home feels the same – empty.
Where does that leave a child wanting?
After a while
the world blends.