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La Campagna

I long for my return

Even when I'm wrapped in home's hands.

This is what belonging feels like;

Knowing a dotted sky as your own

Knowing trees since they were babies

A ground whose softness never changes

And never having enough

I long for my return

Because this is the only place

That makes it feel like one.

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