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Thursday, December 11, 2014

Home

I wear home on my back,
strung indecorously about my neck
tattooed upon my palms and soles
and intricately folded up
inside the bones, a wound ribbon
in my ribcage where breath lives
and my heartbeat.

It cannot be taken
or broken or burned down

I am not lost.
Posted by Emily at 12:32 PM
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