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| Art by Carlos N. Molina |
The time had come at last
when I knew I had come to rest
in the arms of my brothers.
Finally I could lay back
and not fall.
When I wanted to stand,
I didn't have to try.
Phantom arms gently held me up
and I knew no one could love me more.
For once in my life
I had found my port, my home,
the place where I belonged.
There in the arms of my brothers.
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