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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


You were my home


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Nigel Astell

Tue 30th Jan 2024 00:37

The light left on
warm air flows
still cold night air
something special waits
for your returning steps.💗

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