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I fold my pride on lines. Paper planes say sorry. They land like quiet swifts at eaves. Tails stamped: balance due. Open one wing: I was thin. Open the other: I tried. My compass, glass nicked, leans to you. meet me at home bring me back home I follow the crease I keep. My thumb is inked, a little torn. I read the smudged map by its paper-crackle. It points due west, where we began. I mark the corner, worn. I pack my yes, no lies. I take that road to you. meet me at the door— bring me back home Say go, I go. Say stay, I stay. meet me at home— bring me back home—
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I fold my pride on lines. Paper planes say sorry. They land like quiet birds. Tails stamped with what I owe. Open one wing, I was thin. Open the other, I tried. My compass leans to you. meet me at home bring me back home I follow the crease I keep. My thumb is inked, a little torn. I read the smudged map slow. It points due west, to us. I mark the corner, worn. I pack my yes, no lies. I take that road to you. meet me at home bring me back home Say go, I go. Say stay, I stay. meet me at home bring me back home
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