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Jul 2016
"Im home"**

Said she.
I wore my typical smile.
I was happy for her
Not because she's home
But because she knew where her home was.


While I,
Im still figuring out where home is,
Is it a place with beds and comforters?
Somewhere you can rest?
Or a person with hazel eyes and a heartbeat?
Someone you can feel loved?
Home
Keren
Written by
Keren  Manila, PH
(Manila, PH)   
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