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Home is where the heart is
We have something
I know this because I keep trying to tell myself it's nothing
To help me walk away
But we always come back like the tide to the shoreline
Coming back to you is like coming home
Coming home in the dark of night when you've left the light on
The rush of warm air that greets you as you step inside
Close the front door behind you
Home
You were my home
Monday 29th January 2024 6:08 pm
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