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You learned the word “home”
And I don’t know what you think it means
When I tell you “we’re home”
Or you are
Do you know what I mean?
This place we put down roots
And the walls smell like curry
Or that you are where my heart lives
Both are true, I suppose
When you wake up on my chest
And blink up at me, saying,
“Mama. Home?”
All the answers are yes.

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