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∴

this little
belong-less thing,
who went traipsing
through mist and mire,

who homed in the avalanche of other,
and burrowed
in hovels of fire,

 

did one day emerge
and lived
like a song on the sea.

 

there is no home
where i belong
but the sacred home
inside of me.

∴

 

 

 

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