Be it not

Be it not the sangiun

Not the satire

but the horse twine

that twine laid so carefully

upon the heart of wood

and your sweet voice

lays upon this soul

resting my aches and cracks

and those sweet words come out

one that begins my new day

smile on my face

“Honey, I’m home!” 

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