

Sown Home is where the heart diesSown by ~doodlingsubconscious
those ties bleed the roots of your existance
red, fragile threads improvise themselves,
nerves of hypersensitivity,
while they encroach and entangle the everyday, the sensual self
strings, cords, wrappings,
the swaddling bandages,
the heart twine,
envelop me in that which I love, and
that which smothers all capacity to feel
one in the same
home, the archetype, is where my heart dies
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hideously human
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greets, simon
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