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My Home Has Left Me (Irene)

  • Writer: Lippy
    Lippy
  • Oct 25, 2022
  • 1 min read

Audrey Tay writes a poem for Lippy....


Irene


My home has left me.

It’s left with its warmth and familiarity,

the lack of novelty,

its lack of gratuities.


My home has left me

With silent introspection

Deafening desolation

Novel intuition



Words: Audrey Tay

Photo credit: Audrey Tay

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