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Intruder

I feel homesick
with no home to return to.
I have a house
and there are people in it,
“loved ones” they are called.
Only, they love a stranger.

Eight years ago,
they let a daughter go
and expected her to return
unchanged
but that girl is lost forever.
I have taken her place
and become an intruder in my own home,
an imposter in their daughter’s skin.

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