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Sep 2021
for me home has always
been a dream
something i visit when nights are cold
when the throb in my skull
wont leave me be
i visit this home idea
maybe its a cabin
cool with the breeze of a summers night
the crackle of fire
brightening the distance
like a beacon calling me to a place called
home
Melanie Jackson
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Melanie Jackson  17/F/corning ny
(17/F/corning ny)   
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