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My Home Has Left Me (Irene)

Audrey Tay writes a poem for Lippy....


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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