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Confessions

I have got something to tell you

That you might not want to hear

Or maybe you will. Want to.

I sometimes

When I'm calling you,

will dial my home phone,

Which is silly, because I've

had your number memorized since

8th grade

But I think it's because you feel like home

in my definitions of the world

And you make me feel at home

In myself

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antoinette-christensen
American
Published
Aug 10, 2011
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