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Dec 2018
You'll be here so soon
Our house will be home again.

I 'm sure you think of home
like I used to think about my parents' house:
It's always there, home, to go back to.

But that's not how it is.

When you're away it's just a house

It's you inside it that makes it home.
Written by
Heather Willams  F
(F)   
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