A house from home
Contains a bed unknown,
Like a plant replanted.

The return to familiarity
Competes not with similarity
To stark independence,

Not to say that one withers
In the city or shivers
Just to feel crowded.

Honesty does prevent
Separateness from home and you
From being labelled fairer.

If it were up to me
I’d stay rooted like a tree
And embrace you with branches.

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