A 13-Point Word.

You’d never guess
by my snippiness
that I call somewhere “home”;

And, based on the way
that I feel everyday
I might as well be all alone;

It occurs to most
how such a sullen host
would hardly have any desire;

As well as who, indeed
compelled by what need
might sit at my dying fire;

I see the happiness
feel such coziness
as it swirls in my periphery;

But, remains the fact
such warmth is in abstract
belonging nowhere on my scene.

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