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Yes, I love to gypsy-roam

And trod the paths all far/from/home,

But my heartbeat trails behind.

It lags and leaves me sighing

I’m missing and wonder why-ing.

I long to end my flying

In the comfort of my own…

I hope I make it home.

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fear-steps

i had to step through the looking-glass,
the hoops and the spinning chimes.
i had to curl up and close my eyes,
allowing the thieves all my time.

i had to give in to the burdening blades
the heaviest sunrise, the blood-sky most stained.

i had to relinquish the storm in my heart, or

my killers would never depart.

the return

she came home sun-tanned and smiling from her eyes,
red-rimmed with exhaustion
but sparking a new fire-light

she came home clever and leaner
startled by her own steel and her own weakness

startled by how much she missed him

she came home sewn-up with stars in her stitches
and unlit moons that offered new riches

she came home wanting, jaunty and restless
entirely too intent on courage to waste any time among the tame.

she came back, and he was at home with the taste of her name.