Home is where you are 🥀

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Poets don't say 'Come home'
They say;
The very existence of my life walked away,
I'm in fragments,
Bleeding my eyes on his shirt,
Hoping he'll hold me,
Pull down my dress,
And heal my open wounds.
Just come home,
I'm at the doorstep,
With the red shirt.
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-Krishna Parmar

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