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Dec 20

The point that you find yourself making your bed each morning

for no reason except you like the way it feels

to come home to the firmness and the softness in yourself

is the same point that you start to draw the curtains

on every voice that's not your own

you smile because you're alone

and it feels like you're a thousand times yourself and still expanding

a thousand years could pass and you'd still be dancing

into unexplored corners of your own heart

and even though the time feels soft and slow and new

you want to start

not even the sharp-tongued shadows at your windows will throw you off

so you light the fire

and you listen for the tender whisper

of the only one who leads you

home.

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