it owns her.
she has the keys
to that house.
she knows the layout
of the rooms.
it's where she lives
and rarely leaves.
rarely steps out her door.
it's what she knows.
the town,
the city, the state.
it's her own personal
zip code.
she belongs to her sadness.
why leave,
how could she when this
is all she knows.
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