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You smell like my neighbourhood.

But you don’t feel like home.

You’ve got the form

But the details are all wrong

You are a solid foundation 

But you are sand not rock

You can get me through the door

But I can leave just as easily 

You need to work on quality

Your story is full of holes
And not like windows to the wondrous outdoors

It’s a leaking roof, the ceiling is caving in.

©atrisia