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| Kelly |
Always Welcome
The house was quiet,
alternating paranoid coughs pierced the silence.
Handmade wall clocks ticked
through secondhand smoke.
Absentmindedly made a cup of tea
and the teacup handle broke.
In life like rivers, it's easier to go with the joke
and roll down slippery slopes
of spectrums beyond colours.
Humour was a flow state,
we chuckled, vibrating like rudders,
leaving bubbles lighter than air in our wake.
Pushing and shoving and wrestling among brothers,
6 am, bupkis; 6 pm, ruckus,
six of one and half a dozen of the other.
Angel wings flutter, creating a buffer
to the monsters muttering under the cover.
Into the foundations we fall,
bound by the home of love.

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