Do we travel
the world
searching,
searching
for some-
thing to
call home
or some-
thing that
looks like
a home we
never had
but some-
how we yet
know the
shape of it,
so when we rest ourselves, we would feel the contours of our
body fit just right, like a comfortable old chair and so we quest
in that search until one day at long last someone says this is in
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