Home isn't always an
architectural structure comprised
Of wood and screws,
I've slid my tongue in your
Mouth and twisted it like
A key to a lock.
With your consent I come,
& I go
Remembering how it feels to stand
Firm inside of you
I carry you with me everywhere
I go, home
You will always be mine
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