We learn to love others in our first language,
an inherited form of communication taught
between the walls of a childhood home and
the space between sentences.
Expressions tend to get lost in translation.
For instance, when you invited me in,
you meant for me to stay.
I will always see an open door as a means to escape.
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HEAVENLY CORRUPTION
PoetryThe ramblings of a woman who spent too much time in confession and too little time trying to figure out what exactly she was apologizing for.
