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Three Clichés

They say home is where the heart is
and they talk about the circle of life.
But home feels more like a tomb,
which may be the final residence but it’s no damn circle.
But, then again, home is where the heartache is:
it’s piles of scorched possessions and the relentless upkeep unkempt.
But, after all, I’m a rolling stone so I’ll leave that moss behind.