You are
the hollow tree trunk to the hibernating squirrel
the sanctuary to the refugee
You are
the axis to the earth wanderer
the compass to the tracker
You are
the magnetic island to the metal particles
the shore the survivor swam to
You are
the tree I swing around
You are who you are
I belong to
These are the words when read you dream someone would write for you.
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