Home is where the heart is.

My heart is fragmented

Each piece taken by the wind and scattered across the earth.

If I look hard enough,

or when I stop looking and open my chest

To allow my heart to find itself,

I sense the familiar in the unknown

And find comfort there

A million hearts beating as one.

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