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Oct 2015
A place I can call my own.
The one thing I love the most.
A place I can grow.
Memories kept raise my own.

Feelings emerge, softness so great
safety and care never too late.

My home is a wonderful thing
A place I can lay my head at night,
stop all the worry turn out the light,
its a place where new things grow.
AmyKatrinaSmith
Written by
AmyKatrinaSmith  F/England
(F/England)   
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