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Oct 2014
I wish I lived at home,
rather than
whatever-it-is that here-is
because this whatever-it-is
feels strange and smells like
I am not here, and I should not be
anywhere but home, where-it-smells-like
my soul is welcome, and my heart
will be held gently in someone else's' hands.
M
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