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Aug 2010
This place, this house,
the feelings inside.
It holds an emptiness,
they can not hide.

The lonliness and feelings,
they feel out there.
The feelings at home,
that can not compare.

"It just feels right,
it feels like home."
He has the tears,
the hurt he's shown.

But nothing is here,
no job, no work.
It's too much pain,
for the happiness it's worth.

When they come to visit,
it's warm and right.
No cold, no sadness,
to leave is a fight.

Wherever they go,
and whatever they do.
This is home,
this is the truth.
Jolene Perron
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