Be to me
you said
as we lost ourselves
on this wandering path
my father's house
my birthplace
my home
were you were a brother to me
suckler on my mother's breast
find me outside, kiss me
and no shame would come to me
instead I cover my eyes
so not to see
I am your sister for the taking
the burst home
the other man
nexus of connection
invisible to myself
lost in the echoing hallway
where no doors open
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