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2.20.19
no silence
there’s not much to think about
there’s one way to know your home
same way you know the world
same way you know the cosmos
same way you know your soul
same way you know your home
step outside your home, and you’ll know your soul
i’ve watched the windows open
and silence cease
i’ve seen her exit with her life
tucked under her arm
and voice on her shoulders
waking up before the sun
tasting sugar in those bitter cold mornings
how sweet, the first sip of warmth