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Aug 2013
i know this place
it's called home.
everyone here, all their faces
are ones that i'm surrounded by.

here is the place
it feels safe
all those around me,
they know me well.

i go to this place
here - i know its home
i'm not afraid to fall
because someone will
always
be there to catch me.

this place i know,
it's my home.
i have a room there
just for me
people i love are
always
there with & for me.

this is the home i know
take the elevator
9 stories up.
past the clinic
past peds
past radiology
past the ORs
past the ICU
past the daycare
past the ER
past the delivery rooms
all the way to ward B.

this is my home
my home, that i know.
this is where i am.
this is where i go.
because the house
i was raised in
burned down
except the only thing
destroyed was me.

this is my home.
my home, ward B.
Written by
maxx lopez  seattle soon newyorkcity
(seattle soon newyorkcity)   
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   Claire R
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