The Things that Shape Us A Book of Poems

"Home"

Is it really home if you want to leave?

But pages take you where you can only dream,

All the places you've never seen.

When home is not the place I wish,

I strike a book from my reading list,

And enshroud myself in inkéd bliss.

If I should call any place my home,

I think I'd place it in books alone,

Because books are the only thing I've ever known.

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