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I want a home
Not of paper, but stone.
Could you possibly know what I mean?

Your eyebrows scrunch over linoleum irises
And my collar reaches round to strangle me

I huff and I puff
And these bloodless paper walls
Begin to shiver.

Claws pounding asphalt
And I am far,
Already too far.
My hurricane is just a breeze
Pushing paper sails down paper seas.

I wonder if my house will have windows
Or doors
With heavy locks.

I wonder if the locks
Are already waiting for me,
Or if I’ll...