I witch my words like prayer
And spell you home
You are not a missing
Not you
Not you
You are a found
You are a home
You are a safe
We see you well
The we in your world is bigger than you know
We are your mother's we
Your father's
We are the we of your aunts cousins friends
We pray you home
Your worries lifted
Your fears away
Breathe, baby
Baby, breathe
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