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Aug 2013
My heart
Was a humble home
Everything was familiar
Whenever I was down
I would retreat to my home
But then you came
And I refurnished everything
To suit to your needs
We lived happily
For 6 months
Adding new furniture
To our new home
Suddenly
You closed the door
And never returned
I sat at the front door
Waiting for the familiar door bell
But it never came
All that's left of you
Are your footsteps on my heart
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   Mikhail Palmer, Timothy and ---
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