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Sep 2016
Every time I pass your old house with the horses
I blow a kiss and I wish I could focus
I'm caught up on you and wish I could show it
You're so far away but I know that you know it

I still wear your shirts to sleep when I'm feeling lonely
Is it a bad thing that you still feel like home to me?
Samantha Elizabeth
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Samantha Elizabeth  26/F/Upstate New York
(26/F/Upstate New York)   
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