If it keeps your mind
off the pain of reality.
It's home.
A shelter of sanity
in a haywire world.
A rickety raft
slapping a monstrous tide.
Or a warm embrace
from trembling arms
on a cold night.
Maybe the entrance of feet
you longed to kiss forever.
If you think of it
when your heart craves peace.
It's home.
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