Entrance
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1 min readJun 6, 2020
You’ve got the distance
attached to your soles
— wipe it off
while you’re standing on my doormat.
Enter my home,
my phantom limbs
are growing again.
Give me your soul,
you can just put it right in there
between the couch and my independence.
It seems yesterday
but
it’s been months
and now it’s mouths.
© Creativivian 2020
