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Aug 2014
Your home has red tiles and broken windows
Your home has scratched sheets and soaked
pillows


Your home has green curtains and wide spaces
Your home has hard grounds with shoe traces


Your home has a star-view, late at night
Your home has a helpful crew, working right


Your home has a loud thumping rythym,
I guess your neighbor Arthery is a musician


Your home?

Your home is my heart.
Your presence is its state of art.

© Ellie Hughes 2014
Ellie Geneve
Written by
Ellie Geneve
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