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Dec 2020
home is where you get comfortable.
you can be yourself
and do what you please.
you were always home to me.
but i got too comfortable
and now you’re gone.
i now have no place called home.
i always thought home was a place until i met you.
Written by
jude  14/australia
(14/australia)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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