June: HOMESICK
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June: HOMESICK ✯
HOMESICK
A longing with no coordinates.
A bruise shaped like a house.
Write me a map, or burn it.
Show me what it means to long.
Were you born in the wrong century, the wrong body?
Did you grow in the wrong place, the wrong dream?
This isn’t about going back.
It’s about wanting something that maybe never was.