Joe Purdy- Outlaws
we just want to hug our families again without
worrying they’ll notice we reek of our own
I do not use the word home lightly. So when I sigh it into the crook of your neck, believe that your spine is a timber frame, your kiss a welcome mat, and your enveloping arms my front door.
The universe is wider than our views of it.
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