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Mar 2014
I just want you to know that
you hold a place in my heart
like a hotel room.
I gave you the penthouse
because you deserve that much
but if you stray,
then the room becomes dusty,
vacant and chilled.
Frozen by your absence.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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