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Oct 2015
See,
I have been homeless since the day I first met you.
Because home isn't where I sleep,
It's where you rest at night.
And without notice,
You have pulled me into the rain without a roof over my head.
The front door is that smile,
It's warm and inviting,
And even though I know what is behind that grin,
I still wish that you would let me inside.
We could be alone together,
And the darkness that blooms in our minds could be dampened by Cigarettes and red wine.
Nicholas Weil
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Nicholas Weil  South Jersey
(South Jersey)   
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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