In youth
the words were
loaned to me
from others
as their source
Till that day
one refused
to leave
and camped
on my front porch
It said...
"I have
a lot of friends
no need
to be
alone"
And one
by one
they climbed
my steps
to stay
— and call me home
(The New Room: August,2024)
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