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Dec 2015
And when my eyes finally find comfort in this dark, empty house
Its you I see
Standing beside me on a bridge, telling me don't be afraid
Holding my hand in a field full of sunflowers
Kissing me on the hood of your car
Laying in your bed with your arms wrapped tightly around me
I never knew so many places could feel like home
Yet these places are just places
And you are my home
Payton
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Payton  27/F
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