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May 2017
You are home,
I know you so well I could walk around you with a blindfold on, and know you better than myself.
I know every crack and crevice, every imperfection you hate, like the back of my hand.
No no, like a beautiful landscape, forever changing, but getting more beautiful.
Your face is impressed on my mind, never to be changed, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You are home.
I know you so well I could walk around you with a blindfold on, and know you better than myself.
You are like my childhood home, I know every secret place, everywhere you hide when you’re scared.
I know how to bring you out to see the silver lining, like a turtle out of its shell.
You are home.
I know you so well I could walk around you with a blindfold on, and know you better than myself.
I know your sunshine, and your thunderstorms, and the leaks when it rains too much, I’ll fix you.
You are home.
I know you so well I could walk around you with a blindfold on, and know you better than myself.
Tasa Jalbert original poem, copyright 2017Β©
Tasa Jalbert
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Tasa Jalbert  18/Gender Fluid
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