

SownHome is where the heart dies 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, andSown
that which smothers all capacity to feel one in the same
home, the archetype, is where my heart dies
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