I long for a place that reflects who I am,
Not the darkness and confusion,
But my life and my love.
To actually want to come home,
To that dream where I truly live,
As I slumber peacefully,
Where nightmares don't roam.
I feel all the warmth,
Unknown to my mind,
A foreign word "mother" I'm called in this world.
I held her small body,
All wrapped in my arms,
A perfect mixture, of my lover and I.
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