I’m never lost

She sat cadet corner like

between brick umber colored walls
warm, stubborn and content

No one can see her
The walls just let her be, here
cradled like a baby.

She needs this
feeling the heat of her own breath
The sounds of her own words

No touch could give her this
No existing thing could fill her
But there, against the nothingness
Love finds her

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