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Lex Feb 2015
If home is where the heart is, build me a home in your arms. Make the walls out of your smile and the roof will be your eyes. The sound of the doorbell is the sound of you saying "I miss you darling." The furniture is as comfortable as your hugs. The only downfall is that this home is currently twenty seven miles away.

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