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Seminole (Street) Bat

Too far out of bounds.
Fouled like an enforcer on ice.
Far too cold and far too bright
dazed and confused

Too High to be allowed
Supposedly accepting but 
punished
Just the same as before

You were supposed to be home
Supposed to be my home
But all you’ve provided 
is rejection

Too loud
Too wild
Too scary
Too dangerous

Unworthy 
in an unholy body
Left to suffer and
disappear

As I lay here a prey
Calling out for mercy
Your eyes glance up
Then back down

Closing the door

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