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A Home's Doors

Think, as with all doors
What behind on, closed
This, first out-stepping life for.
Home! When heart-reposed.

None, breathless, dying
But anticipate
As whom back, for love's warm hug
Run through the dark, late.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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