Home is where the heart lives

We could build a house with our words,

And it would derive the most strength from yours..

The windows would sound like my doubt,

So they wouldn’t keep everything out. 

And rain would drip through cracks in your drunken slurs

But the walls would hold. Concrete like promises that were.

Our future would hold time for repairs. 

Because we can make a home in anything we share. 

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