Lilly Busatti | she/her/hers
Deranged and insane, with their home left behind
Not money, nor family, or a name to own.
They fled far away, away from the sign
Of a crime once committed, of origin unknown.
Nameless, homeless, grieving friend
When will your struggle to belong end?
Alone and afraid, without hope or light
Boots against cobbled streets, in search of a home
Whoever they meet cannot love them right
Torn away, he tears apart himself all alone
Nameless, hopeless, grieving friend
How will your struggle to belong end?
As the world caves in, he takes his last breath.
The Mews 
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