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In The Arms of Our True North
After wilderness wanderings, I fear
The journey home, the threshold dear
For in my heart, a weight resides
A burden hidden, pain disguised

What if my mom's intuitive eyes
Sense the depth of my silent sighs?
What if she sees the ache within
Behind the smile that hides my skin?

What if her gentle touch ignites
A flame of emotions, long-held tight?
What if...