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Sep 2018
It's been four days since I felt your touch,
And my skin is burning for you.
My heart leaps when I think of you next to me,
But it's begun to feel like a distant memory.
I'm starting to realize that maybe home isn't four brick walls,
No roof overhead, no floor underfoot -
Maybe home is a person,
And I'm homesick as hell for you.
Maddi Keaton
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Maddi Keaton  18/F
(18/F)   
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