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Jan 2014
Wherever we go,
it’s home when I’m with you.

And when you leave,
you’ll leave me homeless.

Stuck in the depths of my cold lonely heart.
Searching for security that only exists when you are present.
When I’m with you.
When I am home.

-YB
Yanavah Benettie
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