Deep brain my inside
I keep the childhood from my memories
a bit locked down.
Soil in the crawling
there are some memories,
from time to time
I brain my visit
to neck them in the caress.
They stare as I smile at them
kindly
we other each know
kinda well
so we feel secure in arms other's each.
Are you the home I can call place?
Is this the true I can call dream?
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