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and I would think of you in my home, as if you belonged.

and maybe we would have been good for each other had we waited to grow into our own bones

I find you, my soul, there

'i think about the curve of the back of your head/as it connects to your neck.'

Because you are home.

there is a warmth in my mind where you live.

'I will sit here and wait'