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Ineffable Jun 2019
After unlimited struggle and wait,
He knocked on the door.
Which she opened,
Just to tell her "I'm home"
For home isn't the tangible layer of bricks,
It is the person that he shares it with.
Home isn't the house that you live in. It's the person you share your heat with.
Ineffable Jun 2019
Their bodies were different,
But their hearts were the same.
Each night, they wiped the tears,
Waiting for the wait to get over.
This is my first try at this. Thank you for seeing them. Any feedback will be taken on a positive note.

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