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I've never had a home
that felt like one,
more than the home I
feel when you put your
arms around my waist,
when you kiss my neck
and when you whisper
my name into my ear.
And baby,
your hand in mine
is enough to warm me,
your kiss is what sets
this paper heart
alight.
In my arms, you belong
but you are so far away.
Tell me: what would you do
if all I asked of you
was to stay.
If only we could take the pain
of the ones we love
and somehow put that weight
on our own shoulders
some days;
see you later

most days;
goodbye
blue, grey,
black air.

a sparrow
flutters over stairs.

a red rug of
chinese cotton.

darkening,
days of depletion
these details of perfection,

a key.
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