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Apr 2018
Where I walk in the front door and see you,
sleeping on the couch,
I smile, kissing your hair lightly.
You smile, welcoming me home.

Work was crazy,
But coming home to you
makes up for it all.

I know now, i am home.
Written by
Lucy Mohr  17/F/Texas
(17/F/Texas)   
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