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My whole

There’s a home out there, waiting,
Where I belong.
All of me.

I’ll know when I’m there.
Love will tingle
My every cell.

A place where it’s easy
To breathe, as is,
Spirited.

Where the heart takes root,
Feeding a solid
Earthbeat.

Sun heals the poorly bud,
Thawing insecurities
And it opens.

There’s a home out there, waiting,
Wanting,
All of me.

My whole

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