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Aug 2019
he is his own homestead
his heart on a string
he leaves it at home when
he goes out wandering
so he can follow it back
at the end of the day
he says his heart belongs
to me, yet it leads him astray

so he leaves traces behind
and collects as he goes
all the while waiting
is me and he knows
i wont wait forever
at the theshold of his abode
right now hes with me
for how long? unknown
edit; i like this more now, feels more worthy of the attention it first got.
D
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D  25/Canada
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