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Jan 2013
She's got hands like home
that open doors
when I'm alone.
Her arms are walls
that hold me close
with memories, sweetness
and all of the most
wonderful things
she has shown.
I swear I was homeless
till her hands like home.
© Daniel Magner 2013

But I'm homeless once again...I miss you.
Daniel Magner
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Daniel Magner
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