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January 24, 2013
I hear a pop, crack in the fire
her words – Welcome Home.
hum hums buzz in my imperfect cells.
the overwhelming heat they radiate cause me to
itch and clench and sweat. 
I’ve returned to my unkempt heart –
Tending to its burns and the ash.
Yes, I’ve come home to this for you and for me,
it turns dark and heavy and then whimsical and clownish.
but I know the fire transforms and 
in this healing, I belong.

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