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if I don’t belong here
or on the other side
Where else is left
to build my life?

but in this love that
has crossed
deserts, the river,
and the sea.

the only borders
we honor are those
we’ve traced
with our own two hands
by light of the moon. 

translation, was like running
my lips along a barbed wire
until you taught my mouth
to speak
without slicing my tongue
on these shards of hollow
words.

we’re on our own
and some say we don’t
belong.

dreamers in this unwanted
patch of land.

but who can take it from us?
It’s the only home we have left.