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Sep 2014
I never identified with people who didn’t have a home
That wherever they laid their head was their solstice
In my experience, my house wasn’t my home
It was the people who lived there with me
The people I trusted
The friends I loved
My family who would never leave my side
Not always is your house,
Your home
B M
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