rest my head upon your chest
temple-heart
mine, yours.
feels like home-
less, i've been
temple-aches
with far away dreams
when i had a home
in you.
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Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
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Your wondering heart leaves me homeless. Aching. Empty.
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