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Everything our feet step into We try to turn into homes If it never quite feels like one We leave it earlier than The ones that do turn familiar Call it homesickness But we also leave new familiar shelters Seats warm, feet cold Sheets messy, faces comfortably ugly Call it growth and adventure TL;DR We always leave
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
We want monopolies, not homes
Everything our feet step into We try to turn into homes If it never quite feels like one We leave it earlier than The ones that do turn familiar Call it homesickness But we also leave new familiar shelters Seats warm, feet cold Sheets messy, faces comfortably ugly Call it growth and adventure TL;DR We always leave
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
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