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Home is where the sand meets the water meets the waves meets the crashing Home is where I tuck toes into sun-caressed ground that sinks into memory Home is where the weather is salted and the air blue and hands always warmth Home is where the ocean bellows a welcome with open arms, cold, tempting Home is where an excited skipping inhabits the eager legs of a dog too human Home is the crow's calling for tomorrow Home is where the voices whisper soft in alleyways outside windows at 3 a.m. Home is holding a glass of Santa Margarita in front of a graceful fireplace Home is a ripe avocado waiting to be pitted Home is my bed full of past unwanted and future anticipated Home is the bittersweet taste in the mouth Home is a single cigarette burning to mourn loss unknown Home is where the glow of a quiet street befriends city lights Home is his laugh echoing through the silence of the night Home is my smile growing with the wind's howl Home is where this body misses another Home is where I touch you and remember why I'm here Home is I'm coming back, Home is I'm counting down the days until I am
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Home Is
Home is where the sand meets the water meets the waves meets the crashing Home is where I tuck toes into sun-caressed ground that sinks into memory Home is where the weather is salted and the air blue and hands always warmth Home is where the ocean bellows a welcome with open arms, cold, tempting Home is where an excited skipping inhabits the eager legs of a dog too human Home is the crow's calling for tomorrow Home is where the voices whisper soft in alleyways outside windows at 3 a.m. Home is holding a glass of Santa Margarita in front of a graceful fireplace Home is a ripe avocado waiting to be pitted Home is my bed full of past unwanted and future anticipated Home is the bittersweet taste in the mouth Home is a single cigarette burning to mourn loss unknown Home is where the glow of a quiet street befriends city lights Home is his laugh echoing through the silence of the night Home is my smile growing with the wind's howl Home is where this body misses another Home is where I touch you and remember why I'm here Home is I'm coming back, Home is I'm counting down the days until I am
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danielle-shorr
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
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