Thoughts

Thoughts spiraling along fingertips
As if they were alive
Tiny individuals living between
The creases of my hands
There is a path
Running along my inner wrist to my elbow
Where these thoughts
Seem to linger every day
Creating your face upon the space of my skin
And I can’t seem to break
The pattern of these feelings
I guess I am saying
You always have a home here

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