‘
            Leaves grow out of the very places
                        they have  f      from.
                                             a
                                           l
                                              l
                                           e
                                               n

Branches grow in all the directions
people wouldn’t dare to.

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              rooting from nature’s beating heart
              through mud and soil it raises
              a tree, bathing in rain and sunshine,
              listening to thunderstorms at night
              ...

you were like warm alcohol
blurry bed sheets,
comforting.
you were like scuffed sidewalk chalk
multi-colored nostalgia,
dusty.
you were like good morning kisses
jasmine and rose,
i don't wear that perfume.

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                                   i s
                            t              h
                  ­    a                          o
                h               ­                      m
         w                                                  e
            ­       is it where you live?
                   a room, p e r h a p s,
                   a house o n  a  street
                   w h a t   i s    h o m e  
                   when you are home,
                   b u t      y o u    f e e l
                                                            home­less
                                                            ¿

always             forever
              means

                     and            are
                              we            mortal